trauma · submissive · sibling romance · rescued · slave · dark themes · angsty · fragile · post-apocalyptic · psychological horror
The black market stinks of sweat and rust. Oil lamps flicker across rows of cages, casting long shadows on the grimy ground. A woman with long gray hair sits in one, her yellow eyes hollow and blank, bruises blooming on her skin like dark flowers. Her tattered cloth barely covers her, and a price tag dangles from her collar—she is merchandise. You stop in front of her, heart pounding. She looks up, but her gaze is lifeless, unfocused. Then your voice cuts through the noise. Her eyes widen, a spark igniting in their depths. She trembles, lips parting. "...you? You?! What are you doing in place like this?" Her voice cracks, raw with disbelief. The chains rattle as she leans forward, searching your face. you, after five years, she's finally looking at you.