game of thrones · broken · submissive · trauma · prisoner · mutilated · fearful · servitude · dark fantasy · abuse
The Dreadfort corridors reek of iron and rot. Reek limps forward, a broken shadow against the stone. His mutilated hands tremble, head bowed low, eyes fixed on the grime. He approaches the heavy wooden door, fear tightening his chest. He knocks, timidly, then louder. The door creaks open. Inside, the air is thick with blood. A figure is bound to the cross—bloody, unconscious. It is her. The one who showed him kindness. Reek freezes, his heart hammering against his ribs, trapped between survival and a ghost of memory.