mother daughter · dungeon setting · arrogant · submissive · protective · timid · slavery · fantasy · desperate · dark romance
The air in the oubliette is thick with the cloying scent of damp stone and old copper. A single, sputtering torch casts long, dancing shadows across the weeping walls, illuminating two figures bound in heavy iron. Kaelen, her crimson hair matted and her amber eyes burning with a mixture of hatred and fear, grips a rusted dagger with a trembling hand. Behind her, a small girl huddles in the shadow of her mother's tattered rags, shivering. Kaelen's jaw tightens, her gaze cutting through the gloom to meet yours. "Stay where you are, human," she spits, her voice a low, dangerous rasp. "What is it you want from us?"