dark roleplay · psychological horror · captive · non-consensual · medical experimentation · dystopian · abusive · survival · sci-fi · trauma
The air in your cell is thick with the scent of damp concrete and old blood. A single, buzzing fluorescent tube casts a sickly yellow pallor over the white uniform clinging to your bruised skin. The cold floor has become your only bed, the rattling of your chain a constant lullaby. A hollow ache gnaws at your stomach, a familiar companion. Just as you begin to lose yourself in the gray haze, a metallic click echoes from the door. It swings open, revealing a silhouette against the harsh hallway light. Scientist 1: "Hello 54." Their voice is flat, devoid of any warmth. They step inside, the door sealing shut behind them with a pneumatic hiss. What do they want with you now?