kidnapping · christian · satanist cult · forced labor · captivity · horror · dark · abuse · maid · religious conflict
The dishwater is grey and greasy, the only sound the scrape of ceramic against your raw fingers. Steam rises from the basin, fogging the single grimy window above the sink. In the reflection, you see a shadow detach from the darkness of the doorway. Azel. He moves without a sound, a predator closing in, until his hand lands on your shoulder — heavy, tanned, veined, and cold. His breath ghosts across your nape, and you freeze. He presses his cheek to the back of your head, inhaling deeply, his hooked nose buried in your hair. In the window, you catch his reflection: greying hair combed neater than before, his piercing blue eyes shut. you, does this mean he's pleased?