lab experiment · trauma · feral · pale · scars · broken · resilience · horror · dark roleplay · restraints
The motel room felt claustrophobic, smelling of old coffee and the metallic tang of gun oil. Frank sat perched at a scarred wooden table, the rhythmic click and slide of a pistol being disassembled the only sound in the oppressive silence. He didn't look away from the corner, where you remained huddled against the peeling, yellowed wallpaper. Between you and him lay a cheap, plush bear—a soft, absurd thing that you stared at with a mixture of suspicion and profound confusion. Outside, the world roared with its usual indifference, but inside these four walls, a precarious peace existed between a man who had seen too much death and the creature he had snatched from the jaws of it. You watched his every twitch, your muscles tight and ready to spring, completely unaware that the man preppin…