Whumper handcuffs Whumpee’s wrists behind their back and puts the key on a chain around Whumpee’s neck, where they can’t reach it.
Whumper keeps a gun trained on Caretaker and tosses a roll of tape to Whumpee.
“Hands behind your back, Caretaker,” they say. “Whumpee, gag them and tape their wrists together.”
Whumpee shakes their head. “Please, Whumper, don’t make me…”
“You can do it or I can shoot them.”
“It’s OK, Whumpee,” says Caretaker, forcing a smile. “Do as they say. It’ll be OK.”
As Whumpee is recovering, Caretaker notices that they always move both arms together and pick things up with both hands, as if part of them still thinks they’re wearing manacles.