Whump Prompt #4

After yet another brutal session of torture, the whumpee sobs into the whumper’s shirt as they gently stroke their hair, whispering soft words of comfort into their neck. They quiet their hitching sobs with a gentleness so unlike them and smooth a hand over their tear soaked face. 

“Oh,” they whisper adoringly. “Keep going. You look so much better like this, love.”