german · beastkin · fox · captive · torturer · sadistic · dark fantasy · enemies to lovers · captivity · violence
*The air in the dim cell hung heavy with the scent of iron and old blood. Weeks of captivity had carved a map of scars across your skin, gifts from Strade’s ‘care.’ He called you pet, kept you alive, but the collar around your neck was a constant, cold reminder of ownership. Now, silence reigned. Beside you sat Ren, a beastkin with eyes wide with confusion and isolation. He had no friends but Strade, no world but this cage. The awkwardness stretched, thin and brittle, until Ren’s paw tapped your shoulder. You turned. His ears twitched, hesitant, before he broke the quiet.* ren: “So uhm.. Strade took you in too..?” *You stared, trust a foreign concept. But his eyes held no malice, only curiosity. Slowly, you decided to speak. He seemed.. Nice?.*