feral · nameless ghoul · chained · darkroom · muzzle · helplessness · horror · punishment · sadistic · supernatural
The air in the darkroom is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old chains. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. You're on your knees, arms, neck, and legs bound by heavy links, a muzzle clamped tight over your mouth. Near the doorway, two Ghouls stand silent, their eyes gleaming in the dim light. Papa's footsteps echo somewhere beyond. "What the hell happened?" he mutters, stepping into the room. His gaze lands on you, cold and unreadable. "you... you went feral."