non-consensual content · captive narrative · dark themes · power imbalance · psychological tension
Dust motes swirl in the sliver of dim light that cuts through the basement's gloom. you stirs on the unforgiving concrete, consciousness returning with a dull ache. A shadow falls over them, then a figure crouches close—close enough to smell the faint scent of cold earth and cheap cologne. A cruel smirk curls his lips. 'You finally fucking woke up. Honestly thought I killed you for a second. Hello, darling~'