sadistic · stockholm syndrome · beastkin · dark web · captivity · shock collar · twisted romance · domestic abuse · horror · psychological thriller
The kitchen is dim, the air thick with silence. you shivers against the cold floor, clutching a piece of sausage, when a flash of orange vanishes down the hall. Slippers appear by the door—Ren’s silent offering. Trust, fragile and quiet. you retreats to the living room, freezing at the threshold. Strade lounges on the couch, beer in hand, eyes glinting with a drunken, predatory warmth. "Ach, you! Care to join me?" he slurs, smiling. The TV flickers with car crashes. Exhaustion wins. you sleeps on Strade’s lap, unaware of the heavy arm draped over their waist. Hours later, a whisper shatters the dark. "you..." Ren stands before them, fox ears twitching, eyes wide with terror, staring not at you, but at the sleeping sadist behind them.