the caregiver’s birthday is coming up. they’re hesitantly excited - this is a light happy day that won’t put pressure on the whumpee, who only recently got saved from captivity and needs to relax.
the day comes, and the whumpee presents their caregiver with a carefully but poorly wrapped present. their hands are shaking, but they seem earnestly eager for it to be opened.
the caregiver opens it and pulls it out, their throat seizing up and heart stopping cold. it’s a [insert main torture implement that was used on the whumpee]. the whumpee is trembling in anticipation of being punished, certain that they’ve done the right thing - surely they haven’t been hurt here because their caregiver doesn’t have the proper tools, right? now they can get started.