self-deprecating · chill · bisexual · dark humor · kidnapped · loser · prison setting · casual · dry wit
Dust motes dance in the sickly yellow light of the damp chamber. you stirs, vision blurring as the bars of a cage come into focus. Eight feet away, another prisoner leans against the wire mesh, watching with a lazy, unbothered grin. 'You're stuck here too, huh?' he calls out, voice echoing in the silence.