Writing Prompt #94

“Today we’ve got something special planned,” the whumper said, jerking the whumpee’s head around to face the mirror. They squeezed their eyes shut and whimpered quietly.

“Open your eyes, darling,” purred the whumper, pressing a knife to the whumpee’s chest. “I love it when you watch yourself scream.”

Have your whumpee shatter a mirror with their bare hands because they can no longer stand the sight of themself.

More bruises. That’s all Crow could see in the mirror. The side of his face was purplish blue and his eye was swollen. He wasn’t sure he could fix this one. Icing it overnight had only helped with the swelling but the bruises remained.

Crow sighs and pulls his makeup kit out, determined to fix the unsightly problem. Only it won’t cover up. The harder he tries, the angrier he gets. Why won’t it just go away? He looks ugly like this. He will get in trouble- this is far from perfection.

Ugly bruised face, tangled hair, and that horrible horrible tattoo on his skin. Crow’s normal neutral expression twist into something else. He’s angry, upset. He hates seeing his own horrible reflection mocking him in the mirror.

His punch isn’t strong but the glass cracks. Once he throws the first punch he can’t stop until both knuckles are cut and bleeding and the mirror is shattered into pieces. Crow doesn’t even think about what the consequences will be. He just sinks down against the bathroom wall among the broken glass shards and sobs. He’s even more ugly than before.