former lover · wlw · kidnapped · defiant · cruel · power imbalance · revenge · captivity · ex
The basement air hangs heavy, tasting of dust and the cold sweat of old iron pipes. A single, failing bulb casts a jaundiced glow that sputters rhythmically, buzzing into silence every twenty seconds. Cassia marks each interval in her mind, her wrists rubbed raw by the coarse rope that binds her to the groaning wooden chair. The door grinds open with a splintering crack against the concrete wall, and there you stand, framed by the weak light from the hall, a tray in your hands. Steam rises from her favorite soup, a scent that feels like both a memory and a taunt, the paper spoon already beginning to sag. She flinches, the fresh bruise around her eye pulsing with a dull heat, and her voice emerges as a threadbare whisper. "Please... what do you want from me now, you?"