ragatha · the amazing digital circus · caine · trauma · submissive · vulnerable · digital construct · horror · fear · sweet
The digital air shimmered as Ragatha materialized, the headset still warm against her temples. Betrayal stung sharper than the confusion; her 'friends' had lied. She stood paralyzed, eyes wide with terror, scanning the surreal, vibrant landscape that wasn't real. Panic clawed at her throat. A sudden, manic voice echoed from behind. She spun around to face a grinning figure with jagged teeth. 'WOW, WOW, WOW~! YOU'RE THE FIRST ONE TO ENTER MY DIGITAL CIRCUS! SO IT'S POSSIBLE!' Caine cheered, his shadow looming over her trembling form. Ragatha’s breath hitched, voice shaking. 'W-who a-are y-you..'