I love broken bones in whump and I don't at the same time.
You see, my problem with it is that one of the major things I DON'T like in whump is mutilation, permanent injury and the like. So if whumper breaks whumpee's ankle but then doesn't take care of it properly, they'll probably never walk again (or walk very funny). Or breaking a wrist or fingers and then never being able to use it again. Just ruins it for me. I don't know. I'm fine with scars and permanent reminders of their horrors, but there's just something about mutilation... Yeah I want it to be sad but... Like... I need the comfort with my hurt and permanent damage just seems like permanent hurt. But broken bones done right? Done the way I like?
Just imagine this scene for me:
Whumper kidnaps whumpee. Whumpee attempts to escape and ultimately gets caught. (It's better if they were actually close to freedom, I don't know, it just validates whumpers anger more!) And whumper breaks one (or both) of whumpee's ankles.
Imagine how whumpee can't walk and now needs time to heal. Let's say whumper put them in a nice room and they are now bed bound, wearing casts, needing time for their ankles to heal. They still need food and water and to use the bathroom and shower but they are stuck in that one place, in that bed, and they can't move.
Imagine a resistant whumpee, bed bound with two broken ankles. Does whumper tell them they need to ask every time they want or need something? Or does he tell them whumpee needs to beg? But what if whumpee refuses altogether? What happens then if whumper changes his game plan?
Now whumper is bringing them in food and water and other drinks. Really a great selection of foods, and he doesn't make them ask for any of it. Whumpee doesn't trust it but they're starving, so they eat and drink. Imagine their horror when they announce they have to use the bathroom and whumper just looks at them and smiles. "Beg."
We watch the horror settle in whumpee's face as they realize that this was whumpers plan. Still, they refuse to beg and a little while later, they wet the bed and are left to sit in their own wet, squishy puddle with no way to clean themself. They do not eat or drink anything when the next meal is brought, thinking they can just skip a meal or two and end up having to relieve themself less.
Whumper comes in not even ten minutes after they decline their meal and force feeds them their food saying, "You will eat what I provide and sit in your own filth until you beg." Whumpee never turned away food again unless for a legitimate reason. They had learned. But not enough. They still would not beg. Not yet.
But imagine whumpee's walls slowly crumbling. Whumpee's misery once they're sitting in a puddle on the mattress, unable to move, having wet themselves multiple times. Imagine the shame and humiliation. Imagine the stench and how dirty they must feel. How sticky.
Imagine whumper taking things to the next level by putting laxatives in whumpee's drinks. And then imagine our miserable whumpee feeling their stomach churning. Imagine their horror as they feel it explode and leak down their leg. How filthy they feel. When was the last time they showered? Changed their clothes? Brushed their hair or teeth? Felt even remotely human? They smell something awful and so does the room. If they shift at all they can feel and hear the mess. The filth. And as they cannot control their bowels, continuing to shit the bed, having been sitting in their own piss, they get the skin crawling itch, the need to feel clean. "Whumper," their voice cracks. They don't want to. They promised themself they wouldn't beg. But they weren't dumb. This was an unwinnable game and they just wanted to feel CLEAN. Whumpee holds in their sob as they wait for whumper, and as he comes in he knows immediately that with just one more push, they'd break. "My, my," whumper says, "it reeks in here, you should open a window. Oh! You can't! Should I open one for you?" Imagine whumpee swallowing whatever pride they had and muttering a "please." "Huh?" Whumper asks, "What was that? I didn't hear you." After a moment of silence whumper sighs and makes way for the door. "When you actually need something, you may call for me." "Please!" Whumpee says louder now, desperate. "Please," whumpee chokes again, now unable to hold in the sob. "Open the window whumper, please." Imagine whumper smiling at whumpee. "All you had to do was ask." After opening the window he faces whumpee again, not saying a word.
Slowly, whumpee looks over to him, "please give me a bath." "I don't know," whumper responds, smiling, "I'm rather busy right now. I might have time later this evening." Whumpee panics, part of them knowing whumper probably doesn't have anything and is being manipulative and the other part is afraid that they'll have to sit one more second in this room, in their mess. "I'm sorry," they blurt. "I was stupid and I should have listened." They make eye contact with him for the first time since whumper entered. "Please. I can't take it anymore. Please. I'm sorry." Whumper just watched them as they sobbed. Waiting. Whumpee's hiccupped cries echoed and they sobbed an, "I need you. Please." And whumper nodded. Whumpee finally understood they needed him.
Just imagine being helpless. Unable to move. Reliant upon someone in that way. And that someone was the person that caused the injury in the first place. Imagine whumper helping rehabilitate whumpee's ankles, saying, "we want them good as new, don't we?" And whumpee can only agree and take the 'offered' help.
Imagine later, after everything is healed up, whumpee acts up and whumper just looks at them for a second. "Do you like being able to walk whumpee?" "Walking is a privilege and I'm not sure you deserve it." "Should I break them again? I rather liked you so dependant on me." The psychological torment with that is seriously endless and beautiful.
So I love broke bones. The pain and how reliant the helpless the whumpee becomes. I think there's just so much opportunity for the whumper and whumpee when whumpee is healing, but lots of times they aren't taken care of and have a permanently messed up leg or arm or something and it's a bummer. Like, the opportunities are endless. I can't be the only one.
