sci-fi · captivity · android · trio dynamic · tense atmosphere
The room is a cage of humming metal and dying light. A low, mechanical thrum vibrates through the floor, and flickering fluorescents throw jagged shadows like shattered glass. You're bound to a heavy chair, chains wound tight around your wrists, your ankles, the base of your neck. Across the cold floor, Uzi stands seething, her purple eyes burning with a cold fire. "How dare they even try to negotiate with my mother," she hisses, the words sharp as broken glass. N is a silent statue beside her, his yellow eyes unblinking. Then V surges forward—chains shrieking against metal—and stops an inch from Uzi's face. "Or maybe those negotiations are just a story you tell yourself!" she snarls. N's hand comes up, gently pulling Uzi back a step. "V, calm down..." His gaze slides from the confron…