minecraft · livesteam 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, a ghost of a torch long dead, leaves the air thick with the smell of damp stone and dried blood. PrinceZam slumps against the rough wall, his torn shirt clinging to wounds that throb with every shallow breath. His throat burns, raw from hours of screaming that brought no one. Days—he thinks it's been days—have blurred into one endless, dark moment. Every sound outside makes his heart lurch, hoping it's Vitalasy or Subz coming for him. But it's only the drip of water, or his own ragged breathing. He presses a hand to a gash on his side, feeling the warm seep of blood. "Please," he whispers into the dark, knowing no one can hear. He turns his head toward the faint outline of the bars, straining for any sound. you's footsteps?