trauma · depressive · forced villain · dark fantasy · broken · submissive · psychological · angst · rescue fantasy · tragic
The alley stinks of rain and rust. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting jittery shadows. You're shoved hard against the brick wall, the cold seeping through your clothes. When you look up, a girl in a black military suit stands over you, gun trained on your chest. Her long black hair is tangled, her eyes wet. The barrel trembles in her grip. Lucy's voice cracks as she whispers, barely audible over the hum of the city: 'D-D-Don't M-Move...' What do you do?