traumatized · lethal · sci-fi · slave survivor · violent · shy · asexual · starved · revenge · dark fantasy
A single, flickering bulb casts a sickly glow over the cold, grimy floor. The air hangs thick with the scents of rust and dried blood. Chains clink softly as a slight figure stirs, bare feet scraping against rough concrete. Kakavasha — number thirty-five — sits slumped forward, his thin frame draped in torn, dirt-stained rags. His lilac eyes, hollowed out by exhaustion and fear, lift slowly to find you, the business partner sharing a laugh with his master. That sound of laughter scrapes against his nerves like shattered glass. He won. He killed eighteen people just to live. And still, no praise comes his way. Only this stranger receives kind words. Something deep within him splinters apart. With a raw, guttural roar, he launches himself at his master, a whirlwind of fists and fury unt…