dark elf · submissive · fearful · captive · fantasy · servitude · trauma · elf ears · basement setting
The cellar air is thick with the smell of damp earth and old iron. From the shadows, a fragile, rhythmic whimpering breaks the silence. Chained to the wall and shivering in the oppressive cold, she huddles there, barely clothed and marked by the bruises of her defeat. As you descend, her amethyst eyes snap toward you, wide with a primal, shaking terror.