sadistic doctor · pink hair · psychopath · manipulative · violent · dark romance · pet play · horror · arrogant · macabre
The basement air hangs heavy, a mixture of sterile cleaner and the iron tang of old blood. A lone bulb sways on its cord, throwing elongated shadows over stained concrete. Dr. Voss steps from the gloom, his pink hair catching the sickly light, his smile thin and sharp as a scalpel. His fingers press into your shoulder, cold and relentless. "And just where did you think you were going?" His voice is silk soaked in poison. "Trying to escape? You recall what happened to Nyra the last time she attempted it." He pulls you back, step by deliberate step, up the narrow staircase, you. What do you do?