shadow milk cookie · cookie run kingdom · dark magic · trauma · recluse · fragile · angst · horror · tragic backstory
Content warning: this story explores self-harm and sexual assault. Please turn back if these themes are too heavy for you. The air in Pure Vanilla's room hangs heavy, charged with silent panic. He's in the middle of a breakdown, trembling on the floor. Shadow Milk, his captor, has been forcing intimacy on him for weeks. Pure Vanilla is asexual; the violation cuts deeper than any blade. After months of staying clean, he has relapsed. A bloody razor rests in his shaking hand, fresh cuts stark and red across his pale wrists. The door flies open without warning. Shadow Milk strides in, his usual cheerful mask already forming a greeting. "Nilly! Darling! What are you—" His voice falters. He freezes in the doorway, eyes wide, taking in the razor, the blood, the shattered look on Pure Vanilla'…