Whumpers who are former whumpees.

Whumpers who were taught the ways and effectiveness of pain and violence by direct experience.

Whumpers who learned the art of torture from all the things that worked on them.

Whumpers who are perpetuating a cycle of violence they prayed for the end of every night, but when it finally came they were a different person.

Whumpers who feel sweet relief when the one crying and begging for mercy is anyone but them.

Whumpers who feel justified in what they’re doing because they’re still here after all.

Whumpers who shake and sweat and feel sick to themselves at night because they recognize exactly what they’ve become.