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Whumper rolled the half-smoked cigarette between their fingers thoughtfully as they looked over whumpee once more.
Whumpee was bound tightly with their arms above their head– stripped naked, sweating, and bleeding in places already from whumper’s tender ministrations. Whumper watched the way their chest heaved as they breathed hard, and tried to focus.
“I’m just asking for you to meet me in the middle here, whumpee. It’s not that hard.”
“Go to hell.”
Whumper laughed. “Sweet talking me isn’t going to improve my temper, precious.”
Whumper took a long drag of their cigarette, lighting the cherry up red– then they pressed the burning hot tip of it to whumpee’s chest, watching with satisfaction as whumpee shuddered and made a low noise of pain despite themself.
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