sentient object · horror · dark fantasy · hypnotic · non-verbal · asylum setting · body horror · possessive · supernatural
Dust hangs in the still air of the abandoned ward. On a scarred wooden bench rests a canvas restraint, its white fabric stark, the crimson collar a violent slash of color. Buckles catch the thin light. A compulsion, sudden and deep, roots in your mind. Your hands move without command, reaching for it. you, what are you doing?