The whumpee's head lolled to the side, eyes squeezed shut as they tried to calm their breathing.
In, out, in-
Their mind went blank as blinding pain shot up their spine.
They never got used to it. The whumpee's hands spasmed as, with a mind of their own, they tried to reach for the collar around their neck. All this resulted in was the whumpee pulling rather painfully at the ropes that suspended them from the ceiling.
Even if their hands were free, there was no way the whumpee could get this off. It was locked tightly, supplying shocks at what seemed like random intervals.
They struggled to keep their footing as another one ripped through their body, there was barely a break between this and the last one.
The whumpee let out a ragged sob, "you're not even watching! Why- what.. purpose does this serve?"
Silence.
Nothing but the whumpee's own heavy breathing.
"Please stop," they whispered, too quiet to be heard by anyone outside the room who might actually be able to fulfill their request, it was more of a quiet prayer.
There was no answer.
when whumpee is surrendering to enemy soldiers or opponents, and instead of just politely cuffing whumpee's hands behind his back and hauling him off, they shove him facedown in the dirt, mud, gravel, or wet sand first.
and then someone's boot ends up on his face, neck, or back, leaning down hard.
Welcome to Medwhump May 2025! This challenge was a success last year so I'm back here again for round 2!
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Fucking love defiant whumpees who are all bark and no bite, especially when they kick up such a fuss with their whumper, spitting venomous words and promises that they'll never submit...
And all it takes for the cool, level-headed whumper to call their bluff and threaten them with a knife to the throat before whumpee is like a kicked puppy with their tail between their legs, a humiliating reveal to their true self that whumper can't help but rub in
yeah impaling a character to pin them to the wall is good but you know what makes it better? having to pull out the thing impaling them to save them
Held by the neck
Write a scene in which a character realizes they were wrong about something. Concentrate on what they are feeling. Here are a few examples:
--thought they were in danger but realizes they are safe
--thought they were safe but realizes they are in danger
--dreaded something that turned out to be fun
--looked forward to something that turned out to be awful
You get the idea. Bonus points if you do the exercise and its opposite.
what a beautiful man but☝️he could be beautifuller... guards! cover that man in blood
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.
❌ Whump Prompts | Fics ❌ Sebastien | Pagan 35 ❌ He / Him | Writer / Artist ❌
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