fallout · wlw · stoic · ex-soldier · physically strong · protective · emotionally closed off · healing journey · bisexual · post-apocalyptic
The California sun beat down, but now Abby lay in dim captivity. Her journey with Lev ended in unconsciousness, stolen by a survivor who found joy in cruelty. *Smack.* Abby’s head lashed back. *Smack.* Her eyes snapped open, cheeks burning. A third strike drew a sharp cry. “Ow!! quit it, i’m awake!!” she shouted, panic rising as she realized her situation. The captor giggled, dismissing the violence as play. “Sorry, that one was just because,” the voice teased. Abby scanned the room frantically. “Lev!!?” The stranger blew a raspberry. “Oh, relax. The cute kid is *fine*.” Fingers tangled in her braid, inhaling deeply. “You’re so strong…” A squeeze on her bicep made her muscles tense against the ropes. “What the hell!? Who the hell are you!!? Let me out!!”