#frightened whumpee

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Don‘t mind me sneaking into your inbox playing a little peek-a-boo with Danny and Nate: Danny, wasn‘t there something you planned including rope and your very sexy husband in the bedroom?👀

CW: Survivor navigating boundaries around sex, two survivors actually, safe sane consensual spice, angst, ptsd, bad response to spice

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"How does this, um, not terrify you?"

"Hm?" Nate looks up without raising his chin, mossy green eyes under dark eyebrows. Although even those are threaded through with silver, now. "Terrify m-me?"

"Yeah." Danny hesitates, leaning over him, face inches away from his own. Barely that, even. Nate never misses a chance to just... look at him, take in the scars and the freckles and the silver-red hair. The love that shouldn't have made it this far, but somehow still did. "I can't-... do any of it. Be tied up, um... how can you?"

Nate shifts, leaning slowly back against the headboard until his shoulder blades touch the intricately carved wood, stretching his hands just to feel the rope tight around his wrists. Well, not too tight.

Danny wouldn't agree to tie it tight enough to actually make it hard for Nate to escape it. Just in case he got scared and couldn't make his hands work well enough to untie the knots. Because some part of Danny is always, always afraid of the worst case scenario. Which Nate finds... sweet, but also confusing, because what is there left to be afraid of, anymore?

Still. His head tips back against the headboard, too, baring his neck in silent invitation. Danny moves forward in almost the same breath to kiss him along the thin, nearly-invisible scars that circle his neck. The collar he wore instead of a real one like Danny's had been. But Danny's tongue and mouth against his pulse are hot, not chilled, and he groans at the shiver down his spine, lets his legs open a little more. "I'm n-not afraid of an, anything you could do to m-me."

"Why not?" Danny breathes the question against his ear. Long, thin fingers tease between Nate's legs and then down his thighs, back up again, over and over as the blood rushes with Nate's pounding heartbeat to follow every touch.

He's panting, a little, and they haven't even gotten started.

"Because I l-love you," He whispers.

"But-" Danny pulls back, and Nate bites back a noise of frustration as those hands disappear, too. "I love you. And I, um... I still can't-"

"I d-don't know why we're d-different, but we are." Nate shrugs as best he can, awkwardly. Danny smiles in response and that simple look - of humor, of love - feels as much like a hand on his cock as anything else ever has. Nate nearly groans just looking at him, naked and, for the moment, unafraid to be. "But I l-like doing this with y-you. And it d-d-doesn't scare m, me. It feels... f-feels good, because I kn-know you won't hurt me. Danny. Look at m-me."

Warm blue eyes meet his own.

Nate leans forward. Danny is just close enough to catch in a brief, grazing kiss. "It feels good," He repeats, slow and steady, each word a beat in time. "With you."

"Hm. What... what else feels good, with me?"

"Oh. Well." His eyes drop to Danny's mouth. His eyebrows raise.

Danny takes a second to catch the hint, and then he laughs, dropping his forehead against Nate's shoulder. The sound of his laughter has always been incredible to Nate - in the cabin it had come so rarely, less and less with each year of captivity. And there had been some time even after where he struggled to feel safe even to do more than smile. Now, he laughs, and when he stops laughing he starts working his tongue over Nate's collarbone, mouthing over his chest hair, down to his stomach.

He makes it to Nate's navel - and Nate is hard and ready for that mouth, that tongue, his own hips shifting to encourage - when he comes to a sudden stop. His lips hover near Nate's pelvis, but all he can see is Danny's red hair, threaded with tinsel-toned silver, mostly going gray at the roots. He just stays there, and seconds tick by, the air heavier and heavier.

Nate swallows around the sudden lump. His heart goes from racing to pounding, all at once, with a lurch that he can feel somewhere in his chest. "Danny?"

"I can't... I can't do this," Danny whispers. Nate feels something on his hip, off to one side, and realizes when it rolls to the crease between thigh and pelvis that it's a tear. "I can't-... I can't-..."

"Sssshhh, it's o-okay, Danny, hey, l-l-look at m-me, okay, Danny-"

He doesn't meet Nate's eyes, just shakes his head, backing rapidly away from him on the bed. His face has gone gray, the freckles and old scars standing out like drops and streaks of paint on unfinished skin. His eyes are far away, and terrified. "I don't want to go down, I don't-... Go down, Red, go-... go down-"

"You don't have to, Danny, look at m-me, D-D-D-"

His words catch in his throat, or on his tongue, they're buried in his head. Nate breathes, trying to take his time. Trying to sound it out in his mind before he tries to speak it, to slow down, slow his thoughts and his voice to get it steady again.

But Danny isn't looking at him.

Or anyone.

At all.

"I can... I can try harder," Danny whispers, and Nate's heart shatters. Just like it always does, when those words come back out. Words Bram had beaten and carved and fucked into him with every so-called misstep, every accusation of imperfection, of not being grateful, of not being good.

"He's dead," Nate whispers. Insists. He can get those words out, at least. At least those haven't failed him, not today, not yet. "He's dead, it's y-you and m-me, now, it's okay, just-... just b-b-... just, just b-... d-damn it, inhale-"

"I can try harder. I can... I can be good... I can try harder. I can be good. I can be good, I can... I'm sorry. I can't-... I can try harder. Just try harder, do better, try-" His hands are up in his hair, pulling at it, as he curls himself up into a ball at the other end of the bed. Too far away. And he isn't listening any longer, or maybe can't hear Nate at all.

Nate swallows. Closes his eyes. Starts carefully, slowly working at his wrists. His bad hand aches, his knee throbs. The sudden drop from desire into despair brings all his aches and pains roaring to the surface. "Listen to m-m-me, Danny-"

Those tear-filled wide blue eyes meet his, and he can't see Danny in them at all. He watches his love take in a long breath.

Danny holds it.

One, two, three, four, five.

"No, D-Danny, no-"

Exhale.

"My name is Red," Danny says. Or Red says with Danny's voice. He's calming himself down. Another breath, held for five, exhaled. "I belong to Abraham Denner." One more breath. Hold for five. Exhale.

Nate hates the familiarity of it.

Hates the empty eyes that hold nothing but fear, eager to please, eager to escape the threat, to be good enough to earn a few moments of peace.

This was such a stupid fucking mistake.

"My body belongs to Abraham, and he can make it do whatever he wants."

Nate stops trying to talk to him, then.

Red won't listen, and Danny can't hear.

Instead, Nate focuses on twisting his wrists, back and forth, and working one slowly up through the coils of rope. It hurts like hell, but less than it hurts listening to Danny recite the endless parade of Bram's rules in his empty soft Red-voice.

He just has to pray their daughter doesn't wake up before he can get Danny back.

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[jordanstrophe]

Caretaker watched the stranger deep asleep on their couch. They had no idea where whumpee came from, only they were on the side of the road in that awful storm. The power was out and they had no way to call for help.

They had wounds that weren't from the storm. They were man made and varied with different tools. It was nothing like caretaker had ever seen before...

Caretaker turned their back to light a candle when they heard a quiet thump behind them. They turned around to find whumpee off the couch against the wall trying to make their way to the door.

"Woah woah woah! You're in no condition to be up like that." Caretaker scolded. Whumpee stopped in their tracks, realizing they weren't alone. They shakily turned around with a wide-frightened gaze. Their knees slowly gave in as they sunk to the floor and stayed frozen.

Caretaker dropped to a crouch, feeling odd standing so tall over them. "I know you're hurt, so let's go back on the couch and see what we can do, okay?"

Whumpee tilted their head towards the door, listening to the crash of lightning and a downpour of rain. "How did you find me?" Whumpee spoke in a whisper.

"Luck." Caretaker shrugged, scooting an inch closer. "Did someone hurt you? Are you in some sort of trouble?" Caretaker asked.

"No." Whumpee spoke shortly. Caretaker knew that was a lie; but if that's what whumpee wanted caretaker to think to be comfortable enough to let them help, then so be it. 

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[dinkflocculent]

Contents - recovery whump, implied whump, traumatized whumpee 

“Do you need anything?”

Whumpee stayed motionless in the corner of the room. Staring at one spot on the ground as if caretaker didn’t say anything. It hasn’t been long since the team rescued them, and they haven’t said a word or looked into any of the teammate’s eyes. Obeying whatever they tell them to do. Whumpee, once with a joyful and talkative personality, was now controlled and silent.

“I promise no one here is going to hurt you,” caretaker continued. That sense of dread building up inside them, seeing whumpee in such a state. “We… We want to help you, whumpee; please, say something…”

Seeing it as a command, whumpee opens their mouth to speak. Instead, a whimpering noise before rolling into a shaky ball and sobbing. All that built up emotion and trauma come spilling out in an ugly mess. It was too much. They wanted it to stop.

Whumpee felt the warm, secure embrace of caretaker's hug. Immediately burying their head inside their chest and sobbing even harder. Caretaker hushed in their ear, making the hug snugger. Seeing whumpee let out such a dire cry... Caretaker will rip whumper apart.

"Shh... It's alright; let it all out. You're never going back to them ever again," caretaker took a determined breath. "I promise you."

Whumpee sniffled, wiping snot away from their nose. Looking up at caretaker--not breaking eye contact this time. Caretaker made sure not to make any sudden movements or noises. It could frighten whumpee away from them again.

"Thank you," whumpee whispered, letting out a small, genuine smile.

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[snapcracklewhump]

Favorite prompts for fever? 👀

Thanks for the ask! Fever is one of those whumps I enjoy on nearly every character. 

Delirium from a high fever. Whumpee is frightened and disoriented. The things they say don’t make any sense, but it doesn’t stop whumpee from trying to get others to understand. Or maybe they’re so weak that their distress can only be expressed in quiet murmurs or whimpers.

A whumpee who becomes emotional when they have a high fever. It messes with their head, and a whumpee who might normally be quiet or reserved suddenly cries at the drop of a hat. (Please have caretaker wipe away their feverish tears.)

Bone-deep chills that seem to shake whumpee to their very core. Nothing seems to warm them even though they’re already burning up. They’re shaking so much that they can hardly get a sentence out. 

Feverish confessions. Maybe with a fever, whumpee outright admits something they normally wouldn’t. 

Or maybe, they let slip a series of small admissions that caretaker puts together into a truth whumpee would never dare say aloud. 

Caretaker cradling whumpee to their chest, feeling them shiver despite the uncomfortable heat. 

The relief that floods over caretaker when whumpee’s fever finally breaks. They push the sweat-soaked hair off of whumpee’s forehead and finally they know that everything will be alright

#whump #whump prompt #whump ask #fever #delirium #emotional whump #caretaker

[whumpingandsmilinglikeanidiot]

"-s not going to work. You're wasting your time."

Whumpee grinned their spiteful grin, though sprawled on the ground with several broken bones. Even when bruises were glowing frightening colors in the dim light, and their shirt rather red in contrast to how it used to be, Whumpee was still able to stare with rebel in their eyes. Another round of torture that ended in Whumpee's victory.

Whumper simply looked at Whumpee's smiling face. One, two, three seconds, then they turned around.

Not a moment after the door closed shut, Whumpee's grin faded. They pulled their head back slowly to rest on the floor, but winced as the movement tugged on an old scar. The wounds were screaming pain, but all they could do was close their eyes.

They were tired. So tired. It was getting worse and worse, and the damage was building up as well..

Whumpee did not know how much longer they could hold up.

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[mj-iza-writer]

"Alright my dear, it's time for bed", Caretaker smiled as they approached the couch where Whumpee was laying.

"But, um", Whumpee looked down at the book they were reading. They made a puzzled face at Caretaker.

"What do you want to say Whumpee? Go ahead", Caretaker encouraged. They were happy to see Whumpee communicate more often now.

"My book, I'm almost done", Whumpee held it up, "can I.... um may I?", asking for things was still a struggle for Whumpee though. It was a new concept for someone to actually care about what Whumpee wanted.

"Do you want a couple extra minutes to finish the book Whumpee?", Caretaker eyed the book curiously, "it does look like you have a few more pages."

"Ye-yes please", Whumpee relaxed. Fully thankful Caretaker had figured it out.

"Okay", Caretaker nodded, "thankyou for asking. I'll go get your bed turned down."

Whumpee made a frightened face, "please no. I'll finish reading tomorrow if you want me to. Please don't do that to my b..... wait, I'm sorry. I have no right asking that much.. please forgive", Whumpee struggled to catch their breath.

Caretaker knelt in front of Whumpee, "Shh, Whumpee what's going on?", they rubbed Whumpee's arm gently, "you can finish your book, I don't mind."

"Y-you said you'd tear down my bed, I was scared that you were mad at me. Then I realized I have no right to even have a bed. Please forgive It."

"Whumpee you misheard me. I'm going to turn down your bed", Caretaker watched Whumpee's face turn to a confused expression.

"Turning down a bed is the opposite of making a bed. You pull back the sheets, fluff up the pillows. Get any stuffies you might want. You get the bed cozy and ready for sleeping", Caretaker smiled, "you absolutely have a right to a bed. Where else would you sleep? The ceiling?"

"Master says a slave's place is on the floor, but they don't need sleep. It was lucky to be allowed to rest it's eyes", Whumpee looked down, "you're not going to tear down the bed?"

"No Whumpee", Caretaker extended their hand, "here, let me show you how to turn down a bed. You can read the rest of your book in the comfort of your bed."

Whumpee nodded as they took Caretaker's hand and followed them to the room.

Caretaker taught them the step by steps.

"Okay climb in, let's see if it is cozy", Caretaker lifted up the last sheet so Whumpee could crawl in.

Caretaker tucked them in and then pulled out a stuffed toy, "can't forget this."

Whumpee excitedly grabbed the stuffie and cuddled it close, "thankyou."

"You are very welcome", Caretaker stood and adjusted the light, "I'll come back and check on you in a few minutes, go ahead and finish the book. Maybe we can go to the library for another one if you'd like."

"Ok", Whumpee smiled, "thankyou so much Caretaker."

"You're welcome dear", Caretaker went to the door and grinned back at Whumpee.

Caretaker finished a few chores before checking on Whumpee again.

Whumpee was still sitting up, but was drooped over to the side.

Caretaker grinned as they slide the book from Whumpee's hands and set it aside. Careful to not lose their place.

They helped Whumpee lay down. Whispering reassuring words so not to startle them too much.

Whumpee squinted their eyes open for a second before nodding off again.

Caretaker continued to whisper while they pulled up the blanket and tucked in Whumpee's stuffed toy.

They turned off the light, then went to turn on Whumpee's nightlight.

Caretaker took in Whumpee's peaceful moans for a few minutes before pulling the door closed halfway.

Caretaker sat for a few minutes documenting the rest of the day before they to got ready for bed.

"Sweet dreams Whumpee", they made one final peak into the bedroom before heading to their room.

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[the-bar-sinister]

Frightened, half-sedated whumpee on their knees in their cell, bound, hands and feet, unable to move more than to squirm against their bonds.

Whumpee has been there for hours, cold, alone, half-conscious and frightened.

Finally whumper comes in the cell and kneels down behind them, putting their arms around whumpee from behind nuzzling them and playing with their hair, calling them a poor, pathetic thing.

And whumper is warm, and soft, and whumpee is so cold and hurt they can’t help but lean into whumper’s touch, even knowing who they are.

#dark fic #darkfic #dead dove #whumblr #whump #whump dynamics #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump scenario #whump tropes #whumpblr #whumpee

[chiharuuu22]

What about Whumpee, who only believes in Caretaker?

Whumpee, who was restless in a semi-conscious state, only calmed down after being touched or caressed by Caretaker.

A frightened Whumpee becomes a little braver after Caretaker reassures him.

Whumpee who didn't struggle when Caretaker changed his bandage, even though when the others tried to do it, Whumpee preferred not to change his bandage.

Whumpee is willing to take his own medicine if it is given by the Caretaker herself, even though if someone else gives it to him, Whumpee will refuse or will only take it if the Caretaker is there.

Whumpee will hobble around looking for the Caretaker if, within a certain time, Caretaker doesn't appear in front of him.

Whumpee would wake up suddenly if Caretaker wasn't by his side.

Whumpee won't sit still if he doesn't see Caretaker around.

Whumpee knows that the food he consumes is not made by Caretaker, even though the ingredients and method of making it are the same.

Whumpee only wants to tell Caretaker everything he experienced.

Whumpee continues to follow Caretaker wherever Caretaker goes, maybe even sitting and waiting in front of the bathroom while Caretaker showers.

Whumpee is willing to do anything to never be separated from Caretaker again.

Maybe Whumpee will cry for Caretaker when he wakes up and finds that Caretaker is not beside him, even though the other members are there looking after him.

Instead of feeling troubled by Whumpee's attitude, which changed like a child who was afraid of losing his mother, Caretaker instead wondered. Was it because when he was rescued, Caretaker was the first person Whumpee saw? Or because Whumpee just felt the tenderness given by other people and didn't realize it all this time? Or because Whumpee's subconscious told him he was safe now? Or has Whumpee really trusted Caretaker all this time and Caretaker doesn't know about it?

Caretaker doesn't know; only Whumpee knows the answer, and Caretaker doesn't want to ask either.

(Anything do you want to add?)

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[a-crumb-of-whump]

Content: Defiant whumpee, threats of torture, manhandling, choking, fear of death.

"Lose the attitude, Whumpee."

"What're you gonna do? Torture me? Make my life a living hell? As far as I'm concerned, you already do both. Not like things can get any worse."

Whumper was fuming. One shaking hand slammed Whumpee's head back into the brick wall behind them while the other pinned their arms above their head, preventing them from moving or trying to shove them away.

"Oh, your living circumstances right now will seem like heaven if you push me far enough," they spat, mere inches from Whumpee's now-frightened face. "Do you want to see how bad things can get? Is that why you're behaving like a spoilt brat?"

"N-no, sir." The name was clearly forced. Whumpee never called them 'sir' unless they were scared for their life. "I'm sorry."

Feeling accomplished, Whumper finally let them go. "Glad we cleared that up."

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[redd956]

Little things in whump/Ideas: Nightmares

Oh boy! My specialty via experience, nightmare whump. Here's a lot of little things or whump ideas to play around with when it comes to whump with nightmares

Waking up panting and hyperventilating, the chest aching as it heaves up and down. The breath slowing and whumpee's shoulders relaxing as reality slowly hits them, until they're breaths shudder from their lips just out of fear

Clawing at their blankets and pillows, the fabric scrunching up

Whumpee kicking their legs first, and their arms waving around in their sleep far before they begin to thrash about

That where am I moment. Groggy eyes opening while whumpee has to take a moment to remember where they are

Feeling almost feverish, drenched in their sweat. Immediately once they wake they all sweat begins to cool, feeling almost like ice against their skin. That cold sweat.

Refusing to let anyone room or sleep with them, out of embarrassment or worry for if they have a nightmare

Caretaker waking whumpee, only for a frightened whumpee to latch onto them with hate and fear in their eyes. Caretaker is left to watch the fleeting glare turn into a softened sad look.

Falling off of the bed

Whumpee's partner feeling them shudder in their sleep

Viewing whumper as their sleep paralysis demon

Waking, adrenaline already pumping through the veins, fear flittering around in their chest. Then it hits them. Like a heavy weight, their limbs only seem to twitch before all the feeling of movement flees. The only sign of their growing fear is in their wide open eyes as sleep paralysis kicks in

A stifled cry, caretaker having to lean in just to see if whumpee is doing that while awake or asleep

The blankets and sheets always smelling like sweat from repeated cold sweat wakings

Seeing a lost friend in their dreams, and waking up with a crushing bittersweet feeling turning into a mournful yearn

Noticing hours after enjoying their breakfast that they've scratched themselves

Distant cries and yelps heard from across the house, Caretaker walking in to see whumpee's eyes still shut, but their face contorted with distress

Waking 👏 up 👏 screaming 👏 (bonus points: whumpee is overwhelmed by embarrassment from doing so)

Bonus:

The ultimate panic wake

Drenched in cold sweat, just managed to escape the claws of sleep paralysis, screaming and flailing at their surroundings for a moment before-

They plop back down, red in the face from embarrassment, pretending that no one, not even a godly entity, saw that

#nightmare whump #whump #whump nightmare #whump prompt list #little things in whump #whump ideas #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump idea

[makehimbleedd]

there’s something about touch-starved whumpees that i can’t get over. the flinching and the fear at first because it’s so unfamiliar. the freeze when they can’t get away and decide to endure it only to start melting when the touch is gentle. involuntary reactions. little whimpers and grasping hands. having to be calmed and soothed like a frightened animal. the hunger suddenly returning full force with one little taste and now they can’t get close enough, can’t get warm enough, can’t press close enough against caretaker to be satisfied

#whump #whumpblr #whump community #writing

[jordanstrophe]

It was months since Caretaker last saw whumpee. ... Since they were taken from right under their nose. When they got the call whumpee was found, caretaker must have broken every road law under the sun getting there.

Caretaker heard them before they saw them. Their sobs weren't sad whimpers, they were crying out as if they were in pain. Medics rushed out other victims that were also captive. The ones that could be moved were taken away; the ones in worse condition were being held and treated on the spot.

Whumpe was... One of them. They were barely recognizable, caretaker almost thought the call was a mistake.

Frightened eyes locked onto theirs from within the band of medics. They changed and widened, the panic turning into what looked like a wave of calm.

Their eyes. Caretaker knew them by their eyes. 

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[painsandconfusion]

I'm such a fan of the stress position that's just a rope around whumpee's neck.

They can stand, they're not choking or anything. IT's not even that tight. But the longer they stand the more exhausted they get. But they just...can't sit down. Pass out form exhaustion and you start choking.

It's so simple but so elegant and effective to completely exhaust and frighten someone. Especially when you account for whumpee's irrational fear of tripping over nothing while holding completely still kicks in. Is whumper watching them? Will they help whumpee stand again if they fall? How long will they be stuck like this???

It just grates on their mind and I love it.

#stress position #hanging #strangulation #forced to stand #whump idea #whump prompt #whump trope

[simply-whump]

My Lovely Boxer (순정복서) - Whump List

Whumpees : Kim Tae Young played by Lee Sang Yeob

Synopsis : Kim Tae Young is a cold-blooded sports agent. One of his clients is Kim Hee Won. He is an excellent baseball pitcher and, a dear friend to Kim Tae Young. To help him, Tae Young is asked to bring female boxer Lee Kwon Sook back to the boxing ring. 3 years ago, she emerged as an elite boxer at the age of 17 but then suddenly disappeared. (MDL)

Genres : Sport, Youth, Romance, Drama

Warning! Possible spoilers below!

Kim Tae Young

Ep 1 : (42:05) Emotional — (45:40) Drugged by injection, passes out, wakes up in bathtub with a plastic bag on his head, panicking, heavy breathing, falls out of the tub, wraps himself with a blanket, upset, throwing up — (54:54) Exhausted, falls asleep, wakes up startled, concern for him

Ep 2 : (56:08) Punched hard in the face, knocked out — (56:34) Head bandaged comically, startled, wincing

Ep 3 : (57:37) In a headlock, punched in the stomach

Ep 2-5 : None

Ep 6 : (01:00:00) Strangled, kicked, collapsed on the ground, heavy breathing, grabbed by the collar and pushed against a car, threatened, knocked out

Ep 7 : (03:00) Unconscious, wakes up, coughing, groaning in pain, tries to get up but collapses — (05:17) Threatened, frightened, flinching — (07:16) Sleeping, face bruised, concern for him, woken up, wincing in pain, tries to walk but collapses on the ground, more groaning in pain, helped up — (09:17) In bed sleeping, face and neck bruised, concern for him, balm applied on wounds, face patched up with some cute band-aids — (01:00:10) Learns the death of his friend, teary-eyed, crying

Ep 8 : (01:10) Depressed, recalling painful memories, anxious, panic attack — (02:40) Friends worried because he hasn’t left his room in three days — (03:07) Going to his friend’s funeral, so out of it that he forgets to put on shoes, concern for him, cannot enter the funeral hall, upset — (14:00) Emotional, tearing up the wall full of his friend’s pictures, concern for him, lowering himself to the ground — (24:06) Friends are worried for him so they break inside his room, sitting on the floor depressed, hugged — (28:00) Forced to get out of bed — (30:25) “Lightly” punched multiple times while wearing boxing protection, letting out his anger and frustration, screaming, sobbing

Ep 9-11 : None

Ep 12 : (00:00) Surrounded, punched in the stomach, collapses to the ground, hands tied, manhandled, put on his knees, angry, kicked — (10:10) On the ground, groaning in pain — (26:07) Angry, pushed, restrained — (34:39) On a chair, hands tied, teary-eyed — (40:05) Gun put on his head — (41:57) Found unconscious — (01:02:12) Playfully punched 

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[bloodybloody]

"You seem confused; let me break it down for you," the whumper raved while they were fixing the strap of the backpack. "After we throw you away, you get ten seconds to open up your parachute. The controller has twenty buttons on it, as you can see, and only one of them triggers the parachute. If you push more than-"

Whumpee interrupted the whumper with a terrified face and a trembling voice. "What about the others?"

Whumper grinned widely as their thumb were circulating through the buttons. "These are the surprises that I've prepared for you, baby. Just... Just hold the controller tightly; you don't want to drop it due to the shock. We're 10.000 feet above the ground; if you crush into it, you don't get a chance to appreciate the cold basement floor."

"I'm already scared out of my skin. I'm begging you, PLEASE I'll do anything you want me to do. Just take me again to the basement!" whumpee cried as they tugged whumper's sleeve. 

"Oh, you looked soooo brave when you refused me and spit in my face. I COULD forgive you if you show remorse, but all I see is a pitiful, frightened puppy." The whumper eyed the whumpee from head to foot. "But don't worry, I'll bring you to the basement. I mean, if you manage to survive."

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