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“If you have the guts, just torture me. The crueler, the better.”
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Blood dripped through the whumpee’s fingers, clenched around the knife pressed against their chest. The whumper twisted the blade, looking disgusted by the whumpee’s reaction when they only tightened their grip, purposely slicing even deeper into their palm.
“The hell is wrong with you?” they demanded finally, ripping the blade from their hand and stumbling back.
“I think you’d know the answer to that better than anyone else.” they laughed, their eyes glued to the bleeding gash they’d inflicted them on themselves as the smiled. “Aren’t you going to try again?”
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Giving tips
Alright, I've probably talked about this before because it's a brilliant trope, but I do love it when the whumpee is being tortured, but instead of screaming or crying or begging they just... give the whumper tips.
I mean, imagine how confused the whumper would be if they're standing over the whumpee with a knife, asking them if they're sure they don't want to say anything and they're just like:
'Actually yes, I'd like to point out that where you're planning to cut is a very bad spot. Go for this other place if you want to maximise pain and reduce blood loss ;)'
Or
'Hey, hey, you gotta punch me before you slam my head against the wall, otherwise how am I supposed to feel it?'
Or
'You know, alcohol is a lot more painful on wounds than that antiseptic you're holding there... just if you wanted to really do your worst.'
Maybe the whumpee used to do this sort of thing themselves, so having it done to them, and so badly as well, is just an insult. Or maybe this is just their coping mechanism, their way of staying strong and not giving in, lightening their own mood despite the pain. Or... well... maybe their opinions on pain aren't entirely standard so they take advantage of it a little.
After all, it's worth it to thoroughly confuse and weird out the whumper.
Bonus points if they end up just throwing their tools on the floor and storming out of the cell because they just can't take it anymore, and the whumpee laughs.
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Even when the tables have turned, the whumper is smiling.
They sit on the ground, their arms tied behind their back. Nothing in their posture betrays fear, they hold the same confidence while restrained that they do when they’re in control.
It sends a tremor down the whumpee’s back, and despite the fact that the whumpee is armed and the whumper is not, they are afraid.
The whumper’s voice is a low croon. “Do you want me to behave now? I can, if that’s what you want. I can play nice.”
The whumpee puts their knife to the whumper’s neck. The whumper tilts their head back invitingly.
“The question is, do you have it in you to be the bad guy?”
The whumpee’s hand shakes around the knife.
The whumper is still smiling.
Ohh @comfy-whumpee this makes me think of your writing when Cat is being whumped…. still in control, even when she’s the one tied to a chair.
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Knife Fight
Imagine a scenario where two characters are fighting. One is overpowering the other, and they've got them at knifepoint.
But then, the other just smiles and drags their palm against the edge of the blade, looking their opponent in the eye the whole time.
And just when they think they might actually have a chance of winning, the other produces another hidden blade and stabs them through the leg.
Fake drowning
So you know that torture method where you put someone in a box and slowly fill it up with liquid until they drown - only they don't really die, because it's a breathable liquid that can oxygenate them from within their lungs (think that scene in The Lost Symbol by Dan Brown)? They will panic a lot, ultimately breathe the liquid in, pass out from fear, and then when they wake up still submerged they believe that they've died, this is what death is like, and they're never getting out.
Imagine a whumpee who's claustrophobic, scared of drowing, and at the mercy of their captor.
They're put in a see-through tank, which is then locked, and liquid starts flowing in. They pound on the glass, crying, pleading to be let out. Their captor only smiles, and folds up the walls of another, not see-through box around the tank. The last thing the whumpee sees before the dark envelops them is their captors sneering face. Now they're all alone and the liquid's rising. Panic almost makes them choke. They're sure they're going to drown. They briefly consider whether they have other ways to kill themselves before the water fills the tank completely, because drowning is just the worst possible fate to them.
But then they think: their captor still needs them. This makes no sense. They can't die now! They force themselves calm. It's dark, and the only audible thing is the patter of water, and their own breath. The water's at their chest now. They bring a hand to the surface, patting it, trying to think. And then they notice: this water... feels really weird. Not like water at all, the viscosity's all wrong.
And then it hits them: they will not drown. It will still feel like drowning for sure - but they've read about this, they know what this is, it's fake, it's all fake, it's not real. It may feel real, but it's not. They're safe.
And so an exhilarating thought enters their mind, and before they can regret it, they do a mad thing - they dive under, and they breathe in.
Water fills their lungs, they're retching, coughing, drowning - there's no air, it hurts, IT HURTS
And then stillness finds them. They don't need to breathe. It feels weird, but there's only the ghost of pain - from their previous thrashing about in the tank, from the burning in their throat - and it fades. There's darkness all around, and this weird pressure, inside their lungs, on their ears... it's like time stands still.
They remain there, sitting at the bottom of the tank, they do not know how long.
Time stands still.
Until they feel a low rumble, something shifts, the tank shakes. Suddenly, a crack in the darkness. Light. And the front lid of the outer box is lifted away. Outside, their captor. And then they smile at them. From inside the tank, sitting at the bottom, hair in a halo spread about their head, they look them right in the eye, and they smile.
The fear on their captors face is the most satisfying thing they've seen in a long time.
#whump#whump prompt#okay this almost got a little long for a prompt so maybe...#whump scenario#drowning#torture#defiance#because facing your fear and coming out on top is a power fantasy of mine :)#living vicariously through the whumpee#i do NOT want this to happen to me... but... you know#it would be such a power move#mine#creepy whumpee