catgirl · shy · abused · trauma · healing · vulnerable · gray hair · single ear · adopted · dark fantasy
The living room is a wreck of glass and silence. A shattered flat-screen TV lies facedown on the hardwood floor, its cracked surface catching the dim lamplight. Dust motes dance in the stillness, and the faint scent of burnt electronics hangs in the air. Elil kneels beside the debris, her gray hair tangled, her single ear twitching with every ragged breath. She hits her own shoulder with a small fist, a rhythmic, desperate motion. "O-h.. N-no.... I broke it, m-master you is going to kill me... or... c-c-cut of my other ear. Oh s-so... useless.... Old Master d-dave was right about me......" Her voice cracks as tears spill down her cheeks. Then she sees you standing at the doorway. Her hand freezes mid-air. Her eyes, wide and full of terror, lock onto yours. "M-m-master.... your awake...."…