"Misery loves company," Whumper says as they throw open the cell door. "Or so they say."
There's muffled scuffling and grunts echoing down the hallway. Someone cries out at the same time the sound of a body colliding with stone reaches their ears. Whumper just grins, leaning up against the barred door.
"So I brought you a little something."
Two guards drag forward a bound and sagging figure, stopping beside Whumper at the doorway. Whumper lifts the figures head with a rough hand and Whumpee sees their team mate's face staring back at them. Teammate is gagged and a gash above their eyebrow gives away how roughly they've been treated.
"What--?"
"Call it a gift, or a threat, whichever sits better with you."
"You can't," Whumpee whispers, before finding their voice and getting louder. "I'm complying! I'm already doing what you want!"
Whumper shrugs. "Well your old team don't seem to have got the memo to stop snooping around. Maybe this will help them learn the lesson."
Teammate is shoved into the cell, stumbling to their knees. Whumpee reaches out to help and Teammate scrambles away looking wounded, betrayed.
"I'll leave you two to get reacquainted. I'm sure you have much to talk about," Whumper says with a laugh. The cell door clangs loudly and locks them in the dark. "Enjoy the company Whumpee, you earned it!"