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The Samcrifice

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Sam-19-they/them dreams of tortured oc's dance in my head deal with it

"Ghnnn!" Whumpee cried out, Whumper slamming their body to the floor. They could barely see straight as Whumper tilted their head up to look them in the eyes.

"ooo, look at you-" Whumper began to say, but they were cut off by their own cronies.

"Whumper, Caretaker is here. With reinforcements." They said.

Whumpee's heart sang. Whumper on the other hand, snarled, hand fisting the front of their shirt, bringing them face to face.

"This facility is hidden. There is NO WAY Caretaker would've found us." They snarled, slamming Whumpee against the wall. "I'll ask you one time. What. Did. You. Do."

Thinking about a royal whumpee chained to their thone...

A puppet ruler who can't be trusted to behave, so their "advisors" keep them bound with what looks like decorative jewelry to those who don't know.

An overthrown royal forced to kneel next to the throne, chained like a dog, as a symbol of the new ruler's power.

A ruler bound by magic to their throne, to the responsibility of their kingdom. They took this on willingly, but the cost of the crown must be paid in exhaustion and blood.

I need caretaker to have a full on meltdown in a still-recovering whumpee's arms. I need them sobbing and shaking. I need them to not let go of whumpee for hours even after they manage to bring their breathing back to a normal pace.

"Tch- look at that ... you're going to stain my mohagany floors again, Whumpee..." Whumper scolded.

Whumpee glared up at them, holding their side as it bled after whumper had stabbed them. Blood seeped through their fingers, covering them in a sickening crimson sheen. "Y-you know, there's a simple fucking remedy to that problem. How about you stop stabbing me, you prick."

Whumper laughed as if whumpee had shared a fantastic joke with them. "Counteridea- how about you get on your hands and knees and lick this mess clean by yourself."

My dumbass thought that the comeback was going to be about how blood would blend in with the mahogany color or make a comment about sealant then remembered not everybody is interested in woodworking

"Mine."

CW: intimate whumper, noncon touch, noncon kisses, creepy whumper idk what else

It was about midnight when Whumper entered Whumpee's cell. The moonlight peeked through the window, making Whumper's skin seem to glow in an ethereal light. Their eyes glinted with sadistic triumph, and they knelt by Whumpee's glorified bed- a pile of blankets on the floor- crooking their finger in the universal 'come here' gesture.

"Whumpee..." Whumper whispered, as Whumpee groggily lifted their head. "Get up....come on..."

Whumpee didn't move, nor did they have to, as Whumper's cold hands wrapped around their tiny wrists, pulling them close. They allowed themselves to be dragged to the back door, allowed Whumper to lazily throw a sweater over their shoulders, bundling them up. They only made a meek sound of sleepy protest when Whumper pinched their cheek affectionately.

"Adorable." They cooed, and hurried them out to the back yard.

Whumpee blinked slowly, still groggy from the sudden wake up. They wondered what Whumper had planned, what they were going to do....But that's when they looked up.

The stars.

They were magnificent, twinkling, a tapestry of little lights over their heads. They couldn't help but stare, admiring them.

Whumper laughed, and gently forced Whumpee to sit on the grass. "Aren't they pretty?" They whispered into Whumpee's ear. Whumpee nodded, then yelped in surprise as Whumper yanked them close, pulling them onto their lap. Still ....they didn't protest, the fight beaten out of them a long time ago. They let Whumper guide their hands to wherever they wanted whumpee to hold them, touch them, allowing whumper to play around with their pliant body. Tonight, Whumper let Whumpee's hands nestle right against their chest, so they could feel their heartbeat through their fingertips. The spiteful part of Whumpee wanted to laugh...it was almost shocking to find out Whumper had a heart. Whumper let them relax, let them admire the night sky again....and Whumpee found themselves growing calm. Lethargic.

They were so lost in their thoughts, still awe-struck by the night sky, that they didn't expect it when Whumper nipped at their ear, soothing the sting with their tongue, making Whumpee shudder. Their hands tightened their grip on Whumper's shirt, almost as if that would ground them properly. It didn't.

"Shhhhh..." Whumper hushed, kissing the delicate spot behind their ear. "Don't you fuss....let me taste what's mine." Their lips traced their way to their jaw, pressing against Whumpee's skin. Whumpee whimpered at the sensation, now trying harder to pull away, but they were trapped in Whumper's arms...and there was no getting free.

"Shhhh...." Whumper said again, their kisses getting more desperate as they worked their way down to the neck. "Hold still... that's it...give me more..." They nibbled Whumpee's skin a little, kissed the bite marks, enjoying how Whumpee squirmed. "Like all the other lovey-dovey couples out there.. sharing a moment under the starry sky." They continued to kiss and suckle on Whumpee's skin.

It took a little bit, but finally, Whumpee relaxed, defeated, as Whumper continued, smirking against their neck. "There we go. That's a good pet. All mine...." they kissed their neck again. "...All mine." They kissed Whumpee's lips delicately, with only the stars and moon witnessing the moment Whumpee gave in.

Caretaker's Time Journal

CW: vomiting mention

1:34 a.m.- Whumpee came into my room, hot with fever. 102.5 temperature. Gave them a towel for their forehead. Tried to give them 500 mg of medicine and a cup of water. Wouldn't swallow. Stayed up with me, we talked about happy things.

3:21 a.m.- Whumpee threw up on the floor. Cleaned it up. They're crying now. Couldn't check their fever again

4:03 a.m.- They're asleep now. Didn't take any medicine. Gave them blankets and changed out their water cup. They muttered something in their sleep. I think they have nightmares.

Carewhumper prompts

  • “This is for your own good, darling. Don’t you trust me?”
  • “Don’t worry, they’ll never find you.”
  • “You’re really something, you know that? I couldn’t have chosen anyone better.”
  • “You may not realise it yet, but I know you better than you know yourself.”
  • “Don’t be ridiculous, you’re far safer here with me.”
  • Kidnapped? What did I tell you about using that word?”
  • “You’re not a prisoner, sweetheart, we just have to keep a close eye on you.“
  • “I’m the only person who’s truly ever cared for you, aren’t I?”
  • “This hurts me more than it hurts you.”
  • “Aren’t you grateful for everything I’ve done?”
  • “Please stop crying. I only did it because I love you.”

Whumper genuinely and earnestly trying to soothe whumpee all the while being the one to hurt them.

"I know it's not your fault, I know, I'm sorry"

"Hey, hey, it's okay, I'll be quick"

"Shhh, it'll be over soon, just breathe"

Whumpee met Whumper's gaze in the mirror with a glare. "I look stupid." They deadpanned, glancing at the locket Whumper had put around their neck. On the delicate chain, were both Whumpee's and Whumper's initials.

"Hush now." Whumper crooned, wrapping their cold fingers around Whumpee's shoulder from behind them. "It tells the entire world that you're mine." They murmured against the shell of Whumpee's ear. "Now don't you dare ever take. It. Off."

Two Whumpees who are given shitty food. Both of them, being self sacrificing idiots, get into a fight on who gets to eat it. Maybe the fight goes as far as being physical.

Whumper, watching the entire scene, is either exasperated or amused by this

Choose

Warnings: captivity, electrocution, torture, restraints, self-sacrifice

“You have to choose now, Team Leader. Make your pick.” Whumper circled Team Leader’s chair. They had restrained Team Leader to the chair at the arms, wrists, around the middle, and ankles. There was no way Team Leader would escape this time. 

“No,” Team Leader thrust their chin out defiantly. They would not be a party in the torture and destruction of their team. 

Whumper smiled darkly and thrust the cattle prod into Smallest Teammate’s side. Smallest Teammate screamed as their body jerked uncontrollably. They slumped over, panting, once the shock had subsided. “Choose, or I’ll choose for you. And though Teammate Two is very pretty, I do like the looks of Smallest Teammate. So delicate. I wonder how long it would take for them to break?”

Team Leader growled. “No.”

Whumper waved the cattle prod in the air. “Make. Your. Choice.” Each word was punctuated by a prodding of Team Leader’s teammates. Teammate One tried to not scream, but their shout became louder once it escaped. Teammate Two whimpered and whined after the shocks had subsided. And Teammate Three never broke eye contact with Whumper as Whumper shocked them. Smallest Teammate continued to breathe heavily as they looked on in horror. 

Team Leader would not sit by while their team was tortured. “I choose me.”

“What was that?” Whumper turned around and stared at Team Leader, their head cocked to the side. “What was your choice.”

Smallest Teammate shook their head at Team Leader. Team Leader tried to nod reassuringly at Smallest Teammate as they spoke. “Me. I choose me.” Team Leader returned Whumper’s gaze, putting all the rage and hatred in their eyes. 

Whumper broke into their biggest grin yet. “Oh. Oh that is an interesting choice. And one I did not offer you. Hmmmm,” they pondered as they circled the team. 

“Me. Break me. Let them be and I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll let you do whatever you want.” Team Leader tried to keep the desperation out of their voice. They tried to sound as calm and collected as they had been before they had fallen for Whumper’s trap and led to the capture of their team. They were anything but calm, but they knew it would bait Whumper.

“I am breaking you.” Whumper stopped short of Team Leader’s chair. “But, I have always wanted to break you body, mind, and soul. So, I guess that is the best choice. You it is.” Whumper waved their cattle prod around again. 

“Ah-ah, before you get to take me, you have to make me a promise.” Team Leader needed to be sure their choice left their team unharmed.

“What is it, Team Leader?”

Team Leader didn’t look at their team. But out of the corner of their eye, they could see the collective looks of horror and dismay as their team looked on, pleading with eyes to not make this choice. They took a break. “You cannot harm my team. You have to make sure their needs are provided for and you have to let them go.”

“I’ll agree to the first two, the last one, not a chance. I need others to bear witness to your undoing, Team Leader.”

Team Leader opened their mouth in a snarl, ready to fire off a response, but Whumper silenced them as they pressed the cattle prod into their exposed ribs. “You are in no position to bargain, Team Leader. I’ll humor you on the first two, but your team is not leaving this place until I am done with you. But, rest assured, they will be unharmed physically, and all their needs cared for.”

Team Leader glared as their body convulsed around them. They didn’t open their mouth to give Whumper the satisfaction of their scream, but the pain was intolerable. They nodded, not trusting their voice to speak. 

“Then let us begin.” Whumper smiled as they thrust the cattle prod into Team Leader’s side again. 

"No man left behind? That's fucking rich. What happened to me then, huh? I suppose I just -- wandered off, did I? What a load of shit--"

"I made that our motto after we lost you. So that it would never happen again. I failed you. And I couldn't fix that. But I made it our motto so it was an oath we'd all swear to, and renew every time we went out there. Never again."

ER doctor character's coworkers are confused why they've come back here off the clock, but as soon as they see the small, bloody, trembling little mess of a partner curled up in their arms, they hurriedly let them right through.

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