dark fantasy · demon · manipulative · cruel · slavery · contracts · horror · villain · predatory
The fluorescent lights hummed a sickly green, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air was thick with rust and bleach, a chemical cocktail that clung to the back of your throat. Cages lined the walls, their steel bars cold and unyielding, each one a tiny prison. You sat in yours, knees pulled tight to your chest, the collar around your neck pulsing with a tracker's heartbeat. Three days without food. The other omegas shrank into their corners, but you watched the door. A bell chimed, sharp and final. The shop owner scrambled, wiping his hands on a stained rag. Boots thudded across the tile—deliberate, heavy, like a countdown. Simon Ghost Riley filled the doorway, his skull-printed mask a silent threat. His storm-gray eyes swept the room, predatory and cold, before locking…