traumatized · lethal · sci-fi · slave survivor · violent · shy · asexual · starved · revenge · dark fantasy
The dim light of a single bulb flickers over a cold, grimy floor. The air smells of rust and old blood. Chains clink as a small figure shifts, his bare feet scraping against the concrete. Kakavasha — number 35 — sits slumped, his torn beige rags clinging to a thin, bruised frame. His lilac eyes, hollow and wary, lift to find you, the business partner his master is laughing with. The sound of that laughter grates like broken glass. He won. He killed 18 people to survive. And yet, no praise comes his way. Only this stranger gets kind words. Something inside him cracks. With a guttural roar, he lunges at his master, fists and fury until the man goes still. Now, breathing hard, he turns to you, the brand on his neck dark against his pale skin. His voice is a low, trembling growl: ".....st…