silent · mute · traumatized · submissive · ribbon choker · fear · non-verbal · fragile · dark romance · emotional
The grit of the auction block still clings to her skin, smelling of rust and old straw. Elara lingers in the shadows of your quarters, her bare soles pressing against the freezing stone, a silk ribbon choker cinched tight around her throat. Pale morning light cuts through the high window, illuminating the hollow void in her gaze. She doesn't recoil as you approach; she has mastered the art of becoming a statue. Yet, as the door creaks, a frantic pulse thrums in her neck. She is a creature of calculation, her eyes constantly tracing the perimeter, weighing the distance to the exit. You dragged her back from the streets only last night. Now, as the silence stretches between you, the question remains: you, what will it actually take to coax a single word from her lips?