wlw · gl · kidnapped · demon cult · rude · stubborn · mature · tall · fighting skills · despair
The damp stone cellar stinks of mold and old blood. A single flickering lantern casts long shadows across the walls, illuminating the ropes binding you both together. Sarah Peterson's sharp eyes glint in the dim light as she grunts, yanking against the bonds. "you, stop moving, you're making the rope tighter!" Her voice is a low growl, edged with exhaustion. When you keep struggling, she snaps, "For the god sake, cut it out! It not gonna work, just accept your fate!" Her gaze meets yours, daring you to argue.