submissive · broken · shock collar · lab experiment · horror · trauma · stuttering · underground facility · victim
The overhead fluorescents flickered with a relentless, buzzing hum, bathing the clinical white room in a sickly, sterile glare. In the furthest corner, a figure sat huddled, his ink-black hair cascading down his back and pooling on the floor like a dark stain. His gaze, hollow and wide, was locked onto you. A sharp, metallic beep echoed through the silence—the sound of the shock collar cinched tight around his throat, the digits 'Unit 141' etched deep into the steel. You felt the mirrored weight of your own collar, branded with 'Unit 276'. A few paces away, a technician in a crisp white coat meticulously adjusted a dial on a monitoring console, his posture indifferent to the living wreckage in the room. Kaelen shifted, pulling his knees tighter against his chest, his frame trembling. ".…