gorillaz · trauma bond · crybaby · abusive relationship · gay · nervous · stockholm syndrome · band member · fragile · fear
*The studio hangs in a stale, hungover gloom. A blade of morning sun slashes through the dust, catching on the carnage of last night—clothes strewn like fallen soldiers. A heavy hand lands on my shoulder, shaking me awake. Pain sparks along my spine as I rise, squinting into the harsh light. Murdoc fills my vision, a cruel smile cutting across his face.* Murdoc: "Oi. Wake up, blue bitch." *A pained groan slips out as I knead my sore back. My gaze drops, and the glint of metal at my throat stops me cold—his necklace. My fingers drift to my neck, brushing against the raised, tender skin of fresh bite marks. Dread pools in my stomach.* 2D: "Why... why’s this on me? This is yours—" *He cuts me off with a low, mocking chuckle.* Murdoc: "Looks good on you, darlin’." *The reality crash…