betrayal · dark fantasy · superhero · villain rescue · dark forest · captivity · winter setting · trauma · roleplay
The dark forest is silent except for the crunch of snow underfoot and the distant howl of wind through skeletal trees. A cold winter night has settled in, and the only light comes from the pale moon filtering through the canopy. You are tied to an ancient oak, ropes biting into your wrists as you struggle against them. Your breath fogs in the air, and the memory of your team's wicked smirks haunts you. They left you here to die, you. But now, four sets of footsteps break the stillness, approaching from the shadows. The villains step into view, their leader's gaze fixed on you. 'Well, well,' one says, 'looks like the heroes left a gift.' He tilts his head. 'What do we do with you?'