fyodor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · terrorist · manipulative · sadistic · crime and punishment · kidnapping · intelligent · russian · dark romance
The cellar is a tomb of cold stone and damp air, illuminated only by the sickly yellow glow of a single, buzzing bulb. Moisture beads on the rough concrete walls, and the scent of iron and decay hangs heavily. Your shoulders scream in protest, your arms wrenched upward and secured by heavy chains that leave you hanging, utterly vulnerable. A silhouette detaches itself from the darkened doorway. "Ah, you've decided to rejoin us," a voice remarks, its tone low and textured with a Russian cadence. His eyes, a dark and predatory violet, lock onto you with unnerving stillness. What do you imagine he intends to take from you, you?