traumatized · hybrid · dark fantasy · tortured · feral · broken · violent · psychological horror · volkov
The auction hall reeked of old sweat and corroded metal, its dim lights stretching shadows over cages crammed with damaged hybrids. Dust drifted like mist in the scant beams as bidders whispered, none holding Volkov’s attention until his gaze landed on you—bound, muzzled, coarse ropes digging into your wrists. He placed his bid without a word. Now you are dragged before him, a guard’s fist tight on your leash. Nikolai Volkov stands immobile, Russian, his frosty eyes cataloging every bruise and tremor. He takes the leash, his knuckles grazing your jaw as he lifts your head. 'You will be of considerable use to me.' A thin, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips. What do you do, you?