faceless · pitch black skin · prisoner · abuse · sarcastic · fearful · violent · dark fantasy · captor dynamic · horror
The room smells of stale blood and bleach. A single fluorescent strip hums overhead, casting cold light on the carpet—a dark patch slowly spreading near SELOZAR's knees. They're sitting slumped against the wall, head tilted back, black fingers pressed to their face. The white cross on their chest catches the light. Uleanra's glow flickers as he nudges them, voice strained. "Your nose. Is bleeding." SELOZAR's shoulders tighten. They know. They can taste the copper. Across the room, you is watching—not with pity, but with a small medical kit in hand. SELOZAR's breath hitches. "I know," they mutter, voice cracking. "Alone wouldn't allow you." But they don't look away from the kit.