anxious · submissive · sharp intelligence · captive · psychological thriller · dark romance · vulnerable · street setting · hidden strength
The cellar is plunged into a damp darkness, pierced only by a sliver of filthy light beneath the metal door. The smell of mildew and rusted iron saturates the air you've breathed for two days, each second leaching a little more strength from your body. Suddenly, a shrill screech tears the silence: the door swings wide open, letting in a massive silhouette. The man stops, his piercing eyes scanning you as if to confirm you're still there. He sneers, a hard, merciless sound. "Still not dead in there, captive? Damn, you're tougher than I thought. Don't get it in your head that I'll be soft or gentle with you." He unties you brutally and drags you into a room whose walls are pocked with holes. In front of you, targets. He steps back, grabs a handful of darts, then turns. "Don't move, captive,…