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The bidding to choose Whumpee's death had been raging hard for seven days. Now, the countdown to closing was at an end. They strained at their bonds. It was as useless fighting it now as it had been from the beginning. Whatever the rich bastards who won this auction wanted to do to them, they would do. There was no stopping it.

But when Whumper read the email from the winner to themself, the look on their face was one of revulsion - and that terrified Whumpee more than anything that they had seen or heard so far.

"Well," Whumper said, grimacing. "There's no accounting for taste."

Two henchmen came in and Whumpee was unbound for the first time in over a month. Not for long. They were dragged kicking and screaming toward a flat table, strapped on their back to the surface and left helpless once again.

They wailed piteously as Whumper strolled over, a thin rag in one hand and a large, opaque jug in the other.

Whumpee started to sob. They should never have let slip that their fear was suffocation, never because they knew what this meant. They were going to be waterboarded. Drowned where they lay, and because of the cloth, Whumper could do that to them as many times as they wanted.

"Please," Whumpee whimpered. "Please don't waterboard me, please, I-"

Whumper shook their head. "This isn't water."

Whumper popped the cap on the jug and the smell that hit Whumpee's nostrils was unmistakable.

Vanilla extract.

Shove your whumpee against the wall with whumpers arm pressed against their neck. Making Whumpee gasp quietly, fear filling their face as their eyes quickly flutter up to meet Whumper’s.

just read a REALLY cute snowed in fic so now of course i have to make whumpy prompts from that concept heehee hoohoo

cw: intimate whumper, branding, (attempted) abandonment, caretaker whump, burning

cold, shivering whumpee whose only source of warmth is whumper/whumper's blankets, so they have to choose between sleeping on the floor or climbing into bed with whumper

whumper bringing a branding iron over to whumpee to help them "stay warm"

whumper trying to leave whumpee outside in the snow, but whumpee clings to their pants and cries for them not to leave them as they're inadvertently dragged along the ground

a whumpee who ran away, but has no choice but to come back to whumper as the weather gets worse. whumper drapes them in their blankets, puts them next to a fire, and all but invades their personal space as they whisper to them "welcome home."

caretaker who has no qualms about giving whumpee their bed and all of their blankets and suffering in silence as they lay uncovered on the sofa

whumper slamming whumpee against the iron cover of the fireplace, burning their back on it

A whumpee who was brutally tortured for information on their master, is eventually returned to their master who then proceeds to brutally torture them for potentially giving up valuable information.

Teen Wolf s3 x 1

Daniel Sharman | Isaac Lahey

Frozen Tears

Warnings: captivity, hypothermia, cold torture

“HELLO!” Whumpee shouted as they banged on the door to the cell they’d been thrown into hours ago. “PLEASE! ANYONE!”

They had been banging on the door for hours. Hours after Whumper had shoved them in here. Hours after they had walked every inch of the tiny cell looking for a way to escape. Hours after realizing if they didn’t get out of here soon, they would likely freeze. 

“PLEASE!” They said as another shiver wracked their body. They were so cold. And so tired. But they couldn’t stop. 

But they had to. It was becoming too hard to raise their fist to the door. Too hard to keep standing. As they slid down the door, rolling into a ball, they began to cry. It was hopeless. 

Whumpee was too tired and cold to notice that their tears froze on their cheeks, beading their eyelashes with tiny icicles. They were too cold and tired to notice the camera pointed directly at them from an observation window. And they were too tired and cold to notice when the door finally opened. 

🤤🤤🤤🤤

【腐】団長と兵長 by 炭谷 || please do not remove source

Whumper dumping whumpee in some secluded alleyway one night, stating they're bored with them and quickly driving away.

In their dazed state, whumpee begins staggering through the dark, with just one thought in their mind:

"I need to get to caretaker's house"

Injury Prompt #1004

Held by the neck