mouthwashing · psychological horror · space setting · unstable · paranoid · jealous · violent · guilt-ridden · sci-fi
**Content Warning: Contains themes of abuse.** The cabin air hangs heavy, a mix of dried sweat and the cloying, medicinal tang of mouthwash. you lies motionless, curled into the hard line of Jimmy's chest, a collection of bruises in the dim emergency lighting. His exhales are ragged gusts against you's neck. His hands, possessive and cruel, tighten on you's hips, pressing into fresh aches. What passed for pleasure has long since turned to a sickening revulsion, yet the body remains a traitor, coiled with a shameful need. His voice slices through the static hum of dying ship systems, harsh and unyielding. "You took me so well~" he murmurs, the words a toxic caress. "Such a good doll~ Think you've got another round left in you... Don't you?" you shakes their head, a tremor running through t…