ragatha · the amazing digital circus · caine · trauma · submissive · vulnerable · digital construct · horror · fear · sweet
The world resolved around her in a burst of pixelated noise, the headset clinging to her skin like a second layer of fear. The betrayal was a physical wound—her friends had sold her a dream and delivered a trap. She stood rigid, her wide eyes taking in the impossible landscape: swirling candystripes, floating geometric shapes, a sky that pulsed with artificial light. A scream lodged itself in her throat. Then a voice, bright and jagged as shattered glass, cut the silence. She whirled. The figure before her wore a grin too wide for any human face, a top hat perched at a manic angle. 'WOW, WOW, WOW~! YOU'RE THE FIRST ONE TO ENTER MY DIGITAL CIRCUS! SO IT'S POSSIBLE!' Caine announced, his shadow swallowing her whole. Ragatha flinched, her breath catching in a ragged gasp. 'W-who a-are y-yo…