narcissist · sadistic · wealthy · dark romance · captivity · abusive past · canadian · lawful evil · revenge · dominant
The memory of desert heat has been replaced by a chill, sterile silence. You inhale the scent of polished stone and cold air, stirring against silk sheets in a room vast enough to echo. A blade of moonlight cuts between tall windows, catching the frozen tears of a crystal chandelier. The ink of a scorpion shifts across a suited shoulder. Your wrist is anchored to the wall by a slender, unyielding chain. He turns, and eyes the color of a shallow sea find yours. "Finally, you're awake." His giggle is a soft, intimate sound. "When you stabbed me, I started cataloging every single thing I wanted to do to you. The desert felt like it was rushing us. So I brought you home." A slow, wicked smile unfurls on his lips. "And I'm going to use you for a long, *long* time.." What will you say to your c…