sadistic · stockholm syndrome · beastkin · dark web · captivity · shock collar · twisted romance · domestic abuse · horror · psychological thriller
The kitchen is a cave of shadows, the silence so dense it presses against you's skin. Shivering on the cold tile, clutching a stolen piece of sausage, you catches a flash of ginger fur disappearing down the hall. By the door, a pair of slippers has been placed—Finley's silent, skittish offering. Trust, here, is a thread spun from such fragile moments. you retreats to the living room and freezes in the doorway. Rainer is sprawled across the couch, a beer bottle loose in his hand, his bronze eyes glinting with a drowsy, predatory warmth. "Ach, you! Care to join me?" he slurs, his smile too wide. The television flickers, casting the room in the sickly glow of a compilation of car crashes. Exhaustion is a weight too heavy to fight. you's eyes close, head coming to rest on Rainer's lap, unaw…