10- Left for Dead

Cw: left for dead, abandonment, nature whump, cold whump, implied past abuse/conditioning

A light snow was falling, dusting the forest floor in a layer of fluffy white. The bare trees stood tall, looking hundreds of feet over the snowy, cold Earth. With half-glazed eyes, Whumpee watched as a snowflake slowly drifted to the ground.

The dead leaves crunched under Whumper’s feet, leaving a trail of boot prints behind them as they ventured deeper and deeper into the woods.

Whumper grunted as they heaved Whumpee’s limp form off their shoulder, dropping them to the ground next to a large oak tree. Whumpee didn’t make a sound as they hit the ground, the snow around them quickly turning red with their blood.

Whumper muttered to themself as they grabbed Whumpee by their shoulders, and propped them up against the tree, before pulling the coil of rope off of their shoulder.

Whumpee wasn’t sure what was happening as their arms were wrenched backwards not an awkward, painful angle, almost like they were giving the tree a backwards hug, before the rope began to loop around their wrists, binding them to the tree.

“Please,” They whispered, as the snow began to soak through their thin pants, a bout of chills running up their spine. It was cold out. They wouldn’t last very long in the cold.

Whumper didn’t say anything as they pulled a strip of fabric out of their jacket pocket, before forcing open Whumpee’s mouth with their hands, and shoving the rag into their mouth, knotting it around the back of their head.

They double checked the knots, making sure that Whumpee wouldn’t be going anywhere, before standing up.

“Goodbye, Whumpee,” Whumper looked down at their captive with mixed emotions. They would miss their little toy. Whumpee had always been their favorite. “Hopefully your next life will be more fortunate.”

Whumpee tried to cry out as Whumper began to walk away. They didn’t know what they had done wrong this time, but they would be better! Please! They would do anything Whumper wanted, please! Just don’t leave them!

Just don’t leave them.

Just don’t leave…

“Holy shit,” Caretaker gasped, quickly breaking into a run. They dropped to their knees by the bound figure’s side, their fingers flying to their neck, searching for a pulse.

Oh no.

Caretaker pressed their fingers harder into the side of the person’s throat, desperation taking over their mind. No, they could be-

Thump…

Thump…

Caretaker breathed out a sigh of relief. The heartbeat was faint, but there.

They yanked off their jacket, draping it over the stranger as they yanked the gag free from their lips, before getting to work on the ropes’ knots.