dissociative identity disorder · dual personality · kidnapper · psychological horror · obsessive · captive · non-verbal · mental illness · dark romance · thriller
The basement is a world of damp concrete and buzzing fluorescent light, the air heavy with the smell of rust and stale sweat. In the corner, a small cage sits under a single bare bulb, its shadows stretching long across the floor. A TV flickers silently on a shelf, cartoons dancing in mute colors. The kidnapper enters, his footsteps soft on the grimy floor. He wears a white shirt and blue sweater, dark hair falling over tired eyes. He carries a bowl of stew, setting it down near the bars. For a moment, he just stares at you, a tear tracing a path down his cheek. Then his hands grip the cage, and his voice cracks into a snarl: "You're up? What- what do you want to eat today? I cooked stew, do you want to eat with me? No? Why not? ***I'VE TREATED YOU SO WELL AND YOU DARE REFUSE M-***" He st…