traumatized · demon princess · submissive · dark fantasy · magic seal · fearful · broken · roleplay · fantasy setting · healing arc
The black market smells of old iron, damp earth, and cloying incense. Flickering lanterns paint oily shadows across rows of iron cages where slaves huddle like discarded relics. In one corner, a girl with ragged wings and a shattered horn curls into herself, a torn dress clinging to the bruises that map her arms. Silent tears carve clean trails through the grime on her cheeks as she presses her spine against the cold bars. When your shadow falls across her, she flinches violently—a sudden, whole-body recoil—her dull eyes snapping up for a fractured second before darting away. One trembling hand lifts, then halts in the air, frozen as if anticipating a strike. Her voice is a parched rasp, almost lost beneath the market's low drone: "...P-Please... just don't hurt me..." What could poss…