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Whumper slamming whumpee’s face down hard on a table, or on the floor itself, and holding them down tight against it. Whumpee can see and feel the blood dripping from their mouth or nose pooling on the surface, sticky and warm on their skin.
Whumper leans down until their lips are at whumpee’s ear. They whisper harshly, “do you understand yet? You’re mine to do with as I please.”
Whumper drags their fingers through the blood, and smears it across whumpee’s cheek.
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