When the whumper ties the whumpee’s hands high above their head so they are all stretched out. And then the whumper can invade their personal space with no obstacles. When the whumper strokes the whumpee’s chin and they can barely move away because they are stuck, so they just grit their teeth and look away. It’s just great.

This! They’re so exposed, and unable to back away. It’s the perfect position to have the whumper threaten them with a knife, put a blade against their throat, or outstretched arm, and start pushing ever so slowly. Or to tilt their chin up with it, and lay a hand heavy against their torso as a constant reminder of how close they are, how they could do just about anything they liked and there would be no defence against it.

Whumpee with magic powers, and having those powers lash out as they panic. Whumpee is curled up in a corner, and the room changes.

Shadows grow darker and crawl around the room. Whumpee with ice powers freezes everything. Whumpee with fire powers sets things on fire, making it dangerous for everyone. Whumpee with nature powers causing the earth to rumble, or plants to grow and spread through the room.

Just... Whumpees with powers losing control as they lose control of themselves.

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And Caretaker struggling to calm them down as they try to not get hurt by everything that's happening around them.

Whumpee collapsed on the rough forest ground, their suit tattered and covered in dirt. They had been walking in the unforgiving heat for days without food or shelter, living off muddy river water. They just couldn’t do it anymore. After a few hours, a voice cut through the woods. “Whumpee? Why don’t you come back so we can have a chat.” Whumpee laid there, motionless. They would have cried if they had the energy.

Heavy boots crunched the leaves beneath them as Whumper walked over and kneeled by Whumpee’s side. “Oh, you poor little traitor.” They gripped Whumpee’s hair and forced them to make eye contact with Whumper. “You will never get away from me.”

Recaptured living weapon Whumpee who is about to face the consequences of their escape. And when Whumper brings them back into that painfully familiar room, when they calmly take out the whip, Whumpee knows precisely what to do.

Their feet take them to the middle of the room, and they kneel, methodically disposing of their shirt. As their shoulders roll back into a straightened position, they can practically feel Whumper's gaze burning into the back of their head. A sadistic, eyes-only smile, knowing that even though Whumpee was physically free for some time, they never truly escaped.

My favorite,,,,,, she's so inspiring,,,,,,,,,,,,,

“As far as escape attempts go, that was one of your weakest.”

Whumpee knowing they didn't have a chance this time, but trying anyway. And they'll try again, no matter how low their chances of getting away.

Because they can't give up. No matter what Whumper does to them, they'll keep trying. They're a fighting spirit, and if they stop, they might as well be dead.

(Whumper is just amused. They usually stop trying after a few attempts, if they try at all. Whumpee is different. It almost makes them sad when they break and stop.

Almost.)

grab them by the hair

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Chin lifts.

From Whumper to make Whumpee feel vulnerable. Weak. Like property. To remind them of their place and just how servile and pliant they are under Whumper’s control. Forcing them to lift their head, stretching their neck to the point of pain, in a show of cruel sadism as a wicked smile spreads across their lips.

From Caretaker to soothe Whumpee. To make them meet their eyes when they refuse. To check for illness or harm. Or tears. Maybe they smile when Whumpee’s gaze reaches their own. Perhaps they frown at what they see. Regardless, an intimate moment is created as Whumpee stares up at them, seeing the intemt strong within their eyes and feeling the firm unyielding grip of their hand, both whispering: “I’ve got you.”

Whumpee, the one having their chin lifted, feeling all too exposed with the near manhandling. For a Whumpee who’s main defense mechanism is hiding, not being able to cover their highly expressive face is a terror. A Whumpee who refuses to meet Whumper’s gaze out of spite. A Whumpee who buries their head in Caretakers chest when ill to hide the flush of their face or seek comfort.

Lift their chin.

Grab Whumpee by the throat and slam their body against a wall. Results may vary.

whump that's framed by the whumper as anything but the senseless violence it truly is - whump they call training. whump they call punishment. penance. correction. purification. clinical terms that obscure what they're doing, that obscure the abuse, institutionalized or interpersonal. terms that enforce you deserve this. this is your fault. there's nothing wrong here.

Impending punishment

Preferably done in silence while maintaining eye contact. The classics.

- Cracking knuckles

- Rolling up sleeves

- Slipping on brass knuckles

- Putting on latex gloves

- Removing leather gloves (finger by finger)

- Putting bullets in a revolver, one by one

- Letting a bat/cane/rod fall into the palm of their hand

- Piercing a bottle with a syringe (and holding it up, flicking it and squirting some of the dubious liquid)

- Flicking a knife open

- Pulling Caretaker's head back by their hair revealing their throat

Whumpee using their whole bodily force, over and over again to try to break through an immovable barrier. Bashing themselves against it again, and again, wrecking themselves with every attempt. Screaming and panting and crying until they physically can't stand any more, and slide down to their knees, bloody and defeated.

@i-hate-happy-endings gave me ideas. I now pass unto you

I love whumpees who are stoically defiant

They don't hold their hands out to be cuffed, but they don't resist either.

They don't do what they're told but they don't fight back (they're secretly plotting their escape)

Whumpee kneeling with their arms chained to the walls, exposed and unable to hide as their whumper approaches.

A Whumpee who, at the start of their captivity, challenged Whumper’s stare. Glaring openly, fists clenched around the bars of their cell, undeterred by the threat of Whumper’s approach.

That same Whumpee, weeks or months or years into their captivity, flinching when they hear Whumper’s footsteps in the corridor. Whimpering at the sound of a key fitting a lock. Curling up tighter in the farthest corner of their cell, unable to meet Whumper’s eyes.

"I knew you'd come."

Whumper's lips curled into that familiarly sickening smile as the metal gate rolled back, creaking on its hinges as Leader approached.

"I'm here, so let them go," he ordered.

Whumper's fingers waved a vague motion to the henchmen behind, promptly followed by kicking and scrapping against the gravelled ground.

"Get the hell off me!" Teammate One shouted, jerking against their restraints.

Three froze in their tracks, eyes widening as they landed on Leader. "Leader? What are you.."

"We had a deal," Leader answered, steely gaze refusing to break under Whumper's tangible glee.

"What? No- You can't-"

He stood rigid as the henchmen pushed his team past him, holding Whumper's gaze as he got to his knees.

"Leader-" Teammate Two started, desperation seeping into their voice. "Leader, don't do this!"

He set his jaw, composing himself from his teammate's distant pleas as Whumper drew closer, cuffs in hand.

"Leader! Please!"

Leader let out a breath as he drew his wrists together, offering them up to Whumper. He closed his eyes as cold metal wrapped around his skin, the light click of the cuffs a death sentence.