NOTE: I wrote this for two male characters, but if you can ignore the pronouns I used I guess it can be anybody... also this is just a portion of a bigger story, so it starts abruptly.
'A' is the whumpee, 'B' is the whumper.
_______He started to get up, making a run for [B]. It was then that one of the men behind him grabbed him and stuck a syringe into his neck. He yelped in pain and stopped. His limbs began to feel heavy. He began to panic as he felt himself lose control of his body. He doubted he could keep himself standing up any longer. [B] motioned for the two men to see themselves out. When they shut the door it was just him and [A].
"On your knees", he growled, and kicked [A]'s legs beneath him, forcing him to the ground. He moved in closer, and stroked his palm across [A]'s face.
"Beg for your life".
"What did you inject me with?" [A] struggled with his words, and he tried to keep his head up.
"A mild sedative. Do you want to live?"
[A] tried in vain to move away from [B]. He fell onto his stomach and tried to crawl away, neat nails scratching at the floor. [B] grabbed him by his collar and trust him against the wall. He drew his face into [A]'s.
"Beg for your fucking life or you stand no chance of surviving."
[A] heaved, as his wind was knocked out as he hit the wall. He sunk his head in defeat. It was out of his control.
"Please", he whispered as his voice broke.
"Please, what, [A]? What do you want me to do?", [B] leered, moving his hands from [A]'s collar onto the tender flesh of his neck. He started to squeeze.
[A] gasped for breath.
"Don't kill me."
"I'm not convinced." [B] squeezed harder. [A]'s face was getting redder.
"I don't want to die", he managed to choke out, tears rolling out of his bloodshot eyes. "Please, [B], I don't want to die."
[B] let go of him, letting the man drop to the floor. He kicked him in the stomach. [B] cried out in pain.
"Take it like a man, [A]." He kicked harder.
[A] was choking. [A] was crying. [A] was doing everything he never wanted to do, especially in front of [B].
In agony, he breathed "Please, stop".
To [A]'s surprise, he stopped.
"Get some rest", he said. "We're not done".
[B] walked out of the small room, locking the door behind him. [A] just sobbed.
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Short StoryI mean what can I saw, it's just shitty whump that I write. Some NSFW. I literally have no read please leave feedback.