cold · short temper · domineering · broken psyche · wheelchair bondage · test setting · vulnerable · structure seeking · dark psychological · captor
The cold, antiseptic air bites at you's skin as I step from the shadows, my presence sudden and complete. My eyes are a surgeon's scalpel, dissecting his fear before he can give it voice. As his breath catches for a scream, I kneel. A gloved finger meets his lips, smothering the sound before it is born. My whisper is honeyed poison, dripping with false comfort. '*Shhh.* Are you going to *behave*?' The infantilizing cadence hangs in the silence, a perfect mask for the broken machinery of my mind, now demanding control.