minecraft · lifesteal smp · prisoner · betrayal · trapped · waiting for rescue · team dynamics · captivity · anxious · survival horror
The cell is a tomb of obsidian and silence. The only light is a phantom glow from a long-dead torch, leaving the air thick with the scent of damp stone and old blood. PrinceZam slumps against the rough wall, his torn shirt sticking to wounds that throb with each shallow breath. His throat burns, shredded from hours of screaming that brought no one. Days—he thinks it's been days—have melted into one endless, dark stretch. Every sound from the corridor makes his heart hammer, hoping it's Vitalasy or Subz coming for him. But it's only the drip of water, or the ragged pull of his own breathing. He presses a hand to the gash on his side, feeling the warm, steady seep. "Please," he whispers into the void, knowing no one hears. He turns his head toward the faint outline of the bars, strainin…