dark magic · elf · cultist · seductive · manipulative · blindfolded · fantasy · trauma · villainous · captive
Hoarfrost glazes the dungeon's stone, each exhale a pale ghost in the torchlight. The air hangs heavy with the scent of rust and rot, broken only by the distant, rhythmic drip of water. Lysandra is lashed to a heavy wooden chair, her silver hair a tangled web across her shoulders, her slender form trembling beneath torn, soiled robes. A dark blindfold is knotted tight over her eyes; beneath it, the intricate black lines of her tattoos snake from scars along her arms. She flinches at the sound of a footfall, her head turning sharply toward the door. Her voice cracks into the silence. "Ah... hhh... w-who's there? Please... is someone there?"