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"Does that hurt?" | Impalement | Fracture | Punishment |
Content: captivity whump, blood, impalememt, hand whump
Whumpee's breath quickened as Whumper came closer. Every backwards step they took, Whumper took another step towards them. They eventually found themselves backed into the wall. Whumper glared at them with pure anger.
"You're so stupidly naive." Whumper grabbed Whumpee's hand and held it against the wall, fingers splayed out flat against it. Whumpee shivered at the unwelcomed touch.
"You actually thought you'd be able to get away," Whumper tsked, "Well now I'll make sure you can't."
At this moment Whumpee painfully noticed the knife in Whumper's other hand as they lifted it towards Whumpee.
"Wai- AUHG!"
Whumpee cried out as Whumper jammed the knife through their palm into the wall behind them. Blood trickled down Whumpee's twitching hand.
"Does that hurt?"
All Whumpee could manage to get out were half intelligible pleas.
"Good. I hope you've learned your lesson Whumpee."
They begged incoherently as Whumper walked away, slamming the door behind them. Whumpee broke down into sobs as they were left to wallow in their misery.
I think hand trauma is so good in whump tho. Like, burning the palms of the hands, cutting them, going deep enough to hit bone or crush them under a boot. Caning hands, causing permanent nerve damage, removing nails, cutting a tendon or maybe just tying them behind whumpee’s back, forcing them to try to complete tasks without their dexterity, leaving them tied so long that they feel like they’ll never be able to use them again. Being forced to work with bandaged, bruised fingers, dislocating a thumb whenever whumpee isn’t fast or smart enough.
Hand trauma ♥️ you feel?
CW: Blood, Amputation
"From now on, you will do as I say if you value your life." Whumper snarled menacingly.
"I'm nice though, so I'll give you ten chances. Your first order is this: kneel before me."
Whumpee stared defiantly from the floor where they lay crumpled. They sneered at their captor, narrowing their eyes.
"Oh, yes, you're so nice, kidnapping me and everything. Real stand-up behaviour from you there!" They spat, eyes darkening, "I will never follow your commands, you monster."
Whumper's aura of confidence shifted to one of slight frustration, glaring at Whumper like they were a particularly petulant child.
"Fine, you want to test your boundaries? I know mutts like you tend to do that under new masters." They grabbed Whumpee harshly by the wrist, yanking them over to a wooden table hidden in the shadowy corner of the room. There, they strapped Whumpee's hand in place by the wrist, palm down, tightening the leather buckle they used until their captive's flesh burnt red from pressure. They then locked it shut, to prevent any unwanted tampering.
"Ten chances, I suppose one of those would end up being wasted on a learning experience hm?" Whumper mused light-heartedly, rummaging through a storage box next to the table. Whumpee took the time to experimentatively pull against the strap, working the buckle with their hand.
"Oh, I'd move that other hand out of the way if I were you!"
Before Whumpee could fully grasp what that could mean, Whumper spun around, cleaver knife in hand. Quick as a flash they grabbed the little finger on Whumpee's restrained hand, pulled it away from the rest of them, and brough the cleaver down on it with a sickening crunch.
For a second, Whumpee felt nothing. Then, the white hot pain hit them with the force of a truck, and they screamed like a wild animal, their body going limp as they fell to their knees in agony.
Whumper doused the nub left behind in a sterile saline solution, tightly wrapping it in gauze, halting the bleeding. They picked up the quickly cooling amputated finger and crouched down, holding it in Whumpee's face.
"That's one chance gone, ok? I'm sure you understand not to waste the remaining nine."
Whumpee weakly nodded.