Insert Chaos

TW: Noncon Drugging, Chain Restraints, Sadistic Whumper

Whumper smiled to himself as Whumpee struggled to focus their gaze. Their eyes refused to stay opened and on Whumper.

Not only were they tired from the past couple of hours of straight taunting, they were tired from whatever Whumper had injected them with. After getting the idea from a friend, he decided to try it out on Whumpee. He was very pleased with the results.

“So, what was all that you were saying earlier?” He asked with a knowing grin. “You said you were going to hit me, stab me, strangle me, get me back. Anything else you plan on doing?”

Whumpee’s lips didn’t move to form a response. Only a small exhale could be heard. The chains attached to their wrists and ankles holding them down to the bed didn’t rattle. He could see their eyes slowly starting to shut. Grabbing their chin, he forced their head up. “I’m talking to you Whumpee.”

Their eyes opened more before slowly closing. He hummed. “I thought you had things to say Whumpee. Why’re you so quiet now?”

Whumper yanked on one chain, forcing their glassy eyes to briefly lock with his. This was something he could get used to seeing. He smirked.

“You look so much better like this. You think I enjoy you thrashing around all the time? Nah, I don’t. I like you better this way.” He hummed. “Too incoherent to talk or even open your eyes. I wish I could keep you like this forever…”

His smirk fell as a thought occurred to him.

TW: Captivity, Multiple Whumpers, Bad Caretaker, Mentioned Torture, Choking, Degradation, Gaslighting, Self-Hatred

Whumpee had it all. Their life was perfect. They had the best house, the best cars, the best lovers, there wasn’t anything they didn’t have the best of. If they saw something they liked, they owned it. If they saw something they wanted, they owned it. Whumpee had a sculpture of themself for crying out loud. Their initials were inscribed into everything they owned. Everyone loved Whumpee, everyone wanted to be Whumpee. They were the best thing to have ever happened to the Earth. They were basically a god. 

At least, they were. 

Once upon a time, Whumpee had all of those things. 

Once upon a time, Whumpee was all of those things. 

Now Whumpee sat curled in a ball in the corner of their cell, shivering violently. What did they do to deserve this? Why did that cause them to deserve this? 

Whumpee wanted that life back. They wanted to go back to that life. They want to go back in time and change whatever it was that they did wrong to keep this situation from happening. They wanted to go back and humble themself while they still could. They thought that maybe if they had changed, this would’ve never happened. 

Back then, seeing three different faces a day wasn’t anything for Whumpee. But now, seeing three different faces a day meant three different kinds of torture. At first, they’d see Carewhumper who loved to gaslight Whumpee. Then they’d see Caretaker who loved to insult Whumpee. Then they’d see Whumper, who loved to test Whumpee’s breathing. It was later rearranged where they’d see Caretaker, Carewhumper then Whumper instead. 

Thankfully and disappointingly, their routine was changed up from that completely. Now, The three each get Whumpee to themself for a week to do whatever they want. No matter what it is. 

They could beat Whumpee into the next week. They could break some of their bones. They could collapse their windpipe. They could gaslight Whumpee until they pulled their own hair out. They could insult Whumpee until they didn’t think their own existence mattered anymore. 

They could do whatever they wanted, however they wanted. 

Every time they see either of their faces, Whumpee regrets their life more and more. They regret being put on the Earth. They regret being alive. Maybe Carewhumper was right. Whumpee really might be crazy. Maybe Caretaker was right. Whumpee really might be stupid. Maybe Whumper was right. Whumpee really might deserve to have their life drained from their body. 

The world would’ve been better off without them to begin with. They never deserved the life of luxury that they had been living for the past twenty five years. Not the cars, the house, the lovers, the statue, their initials inscribed onto everything they owned. 

Whumpee didn’t deserve anything. 

They weren’t the best thing that ever happened to the Earth. They weren’t a god. 

They were nothing.