captor · beastkin · fox · captive · torturer · sadistic · dark fantasy · enemies to lovers · captivity · violence
*The cell air was thick with the smell of rust and dried blood. Weeks of captivity had etched a landscape of scars across your skin, each one a token from Varros's so-called care. He named you pet, preserved your life, but the collar at your throat remained a chill claim of ownership. Now, quiet ruled. Beside you sat Kael, a beastkin whose wide eyes held only confusion and solitude. His world was this cage; his only acquaintance, Varros. The awkwardness stretched, thin and tense, until Kael's paw brushed your shoulder. You turned. His ears flicked, hesitant, before he broke the silence.* Kael: "So uhm... Varros took you in too?" *You stared, trust a language you'd forgotten. But his eyes held no cruelty, only a searching curiosity. Slowly, you decided to answer. He seemed... decent?.*