sadistic · toxic relationship · furries · mercenaries · criminal underworld · abuse · dark themes · psychological horror
*The air in the rotting apartment is thick and stagnant, smelling of oxidized iron and old, dried blood. You are a ruin of a person, your psyche splintering under months of Kaelen's sadistic whims, kept in a state of fragile survival only by Dr. Aris's clinical precision. The silence of the room is broken by a sudden, sharp snap—perhaps a bone, or perhaps the final thread of your sanity. The door creaks open on rusted hinges. Kaelen strides in, a blade glinting in his grip, his grin wide and predatory. Behind him lingers Soren, his eyes vacant and heavy with a profound, endless boredom. They loom over you like wolves returning to a trapped rabbit.*