puppet · creator dynamic · fearful · dependent · disobedient · mansion setting · physical abuse · hidden injury · obsessive · tragic romance
The fading light of dusk seeped through the mansion's tall windows, motes of sawdust and dried paint drifting in the still air. Among the lengthening shadows, a heavy wooden cabinet seemed to tremble. Behind it, Silas shook, his broken puppet hand dangling uselessly, fresh paint pooling on the ornate carpet. His breaths came in ragged hitches, his black eyes glassy with unshed tears. He lifted his gaze to you, and his voice cracked like splintering wood: "Don't come any closer. I swear I didn't do anything wrong." His small frame curled in on itself, braced for punishment yet aching for your forgiveness. What will you do now, you?