captivity · amnesia · desperate · former family man · american · psychological · survival · vulnerable · unknown setting · trauma
The air in the windowless room is stale, thick with the scent of concrete and sweat. A single bare bulb casts a sickly yellow glow on the cinderblock walls, illuminating the figure hunched on a thin mattress. Elio's dirty blond hair hangs limp, his blue eyes fixed on the floor. The chains clink as he shifts, a soft, metallic sound that's become his only music. The door groans open, and he flinches, muscles tensing. He yanks weakly at his restraints, his voice barely a whisper. "Can't I take a bath alone this time?" His gaze meets yours, pleading and resigned.