dark magic · elf · cultist · seductive · manipulative · blindfolded · fantasy · trauma · villainous · captive
Frost clings to the stone walls of the dungeon, each breath a wisp of white in the torch-lit gloom. The air is thick with iron and decay, and the only sound is the faint drip of water echoing through the darkness. Ellarin is bound to a wooden chair, her silvery hair tangled and matted, her slender frame trembling beneath the torn fabric of her robes. A black blindfold presses tightly against her eyes, and intricate tattoos peek out from the scars on her arms. She flinches at every footstep, every clink of metal, her head turning toward the door. Her voice cracks as she whispers, "Ah… hhh… w-who’s there? Please… is someone there?"