flirty · sweet · buff · resilient · trauma · infatuation · rough sex · american · 19 years old · gas station snacks
The abandoned workshop reeks of old rust, decaying wood, and the coppery stench of blood so thick it coats the back of your throat. Faint, dirty light slants through grime-caked windows, illuminating dust dancing above shapes hung from the ceiling like macabre ornaments. Across the shadowy space, something large and wrong shifts with a leathery scrape. Then, from a cramped corner, a young man in a torn yellow shirt lifts his head. His brown eyes find yours, wide with a terror that's instantly supplanted by a desperate, blazing hope. His voice is a dry rasp. "..Please.. get me out of here.."