Whumpee's Strapped To A Cold Steel Table With No Room To Struggle. Whumper Holds A Needle Staring At

Whumpee's strapped to a cold steel table with no room to struggle. Whumper holds a needle staring at them hungrily without hardly blinking.

"This won't kill you..." They say, flicking the mid of the needle.

"But depending on how much you struggle, it will hurt you."

Every inch of skin is burning. There cannot be a single untouched spot on your body. The marks are everywhere. You will never be free of the scars.

Every breath is a monument. In and out, forcing yourself through. Your broken ribs protest - but not breathing hurts more. In and out, a brief moment that lasts an eternity. Every eternity is followed by another. There is nothing to do but breathe, and hurt.

You hang in chains, barely standing, vulnerable, helpless. There is no way out. There is no choice what happens next. Your shoulders ache. Your legs and feet ache. You want it to end. It will not end.

You cannot cope. But you must. There is no other option.

Through it all, a voice in your head says only one thing :

Endure. Endure. Endure.

The screaming goes on for hours.

The caretaker can hear it. The caretaker can hear little else.

There is nothing they can do. Nothing they can say. Nothing.

They feel numb.

The screaming continues. There is laughter. The whumper delights in this.

They stare blankly at the wall.

They listen to the screaming.

And they wait.

Eventually, it will stop. Eventually they'll be allowed to tend to wounds and ease the pain.

But for now, they can do nothing.

And so, too, they feel nothing.

Just a dull, distant ache, and a faint static in their hands.

The screaming continues.

Prompt #3414

“Someone needs to teach you some manners.”

“Sh-shoving people up against a wall is not- not proper etiquette. Maybe you n-need to mind your manners.”

“Oh, Whumpee,” Whumper cooed, their voice filled with feigned sadness, “I should thank you. You never fail to amuse me, trying to escape like that. It’s almost adorable, really.”

Whumpee glared at Whumper through tear-filled eyes; their voice was barely a whisper, a testament to their broken spirit. “Go to hell, Whumper.”

Whumper chuckled. “I might just. But first, I’m going to have to make sure you never try that again.”

Starving your Whumpees

(Content warnings: Eating disorders, emeto, cannibalism, probably some inaccurate facts.)

Whumpee going hungry for so long that it hurts more to eat than to not. The hollow feeling in their stomach is natural.

Put them on a liquid only diet. They get the nutrients they need to keep going, but eating solid food makes them sick after a while.

Whumpee's bones being visible through their thin purple-tinted skin.

Force them to only eat dog/cat food. If they decline, welp! Guess they're not hungry today.

Whumper not feeding Whumpee anything for a long time or giving them plain food. Out of nowhere, they give them a rich dish. Whumpee can't handle it and vomits, making Whumper call them ungrateful.

Whumpee paranoid that everything they are given to eat is poisoned.

They don't get the nutrients they need because of their diet and grow sick because of it.

Throwing up everything they eat.

Whumpee struggles to feed themself because they aren't used to having access to food.

Fluff:

Caretaker giving Whumpee their favorite food after being starved. Whumpee cries with happiness.

Whumpee eating a sweet for the first time since being kidnapped.

Caretaker making Whumpee some fresh chicken noodle soup until their stomach can digest more complicated things.

Whumpee adopted a therapy cat to help with their other issues. When it's time to feed the cat, that's when Whumpee feeds themself too.