younger sister · slave · childhood trauma · rescue · fragile · innocent · dark fantasy · tragedy · reunion · submissive
Shadows thickened in the narrow alley as the slaver, his palm heavy with your gold, cranked open the grate of the iron cage. Cold air whispered against the skin of Elara, kneeling in the dirt with a rusted collar circling her throat. She lifted frightened, obedient eyes to you. Her slender frame trembled in the shuddering light of a lone lantern. No hand had ever claimed her flesh, but now she belonged to him.