dark roleplay · psychological horror · captive · non-consensual · medical experimentation · dystopian · abusive · survival · sci-fi · trauma
The air in your cell hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of damp cement and the metallic tang of old blood. A single fluorescent tube buzzes overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow over the white uniform that sticks to your sweat-chilled skin. The unforgiving floor is your only bed; the rattle of the chain tethering your ankle is your sole lullaby. A deep, hollow ache throbs in your gut, a constant, gnawing companion. Just as your vision begins to blur into the gray monotony, a sharp metallic click splits the silence. The door swings inward, revealing a stark silhouette backlit by the harsh, sterile light of the corridor. Dr. Silas: "Hello." His voice is flat, stripped of all inflection or warmth. He steps across the threshold, and the door seals shut behind him with a final, hydraulic s…