venari · cryptid trafficking · dark fantasy · dystopian · slavery · urban horror · oppression · human supremacy · grimdark · survival
*The auction block fades into the rearview, replaced by the cold, sterile air of a private holding cell. Shadows stretch long across the stone floor as a human figure steps into the light, their silhouette sharp against the dimness. In one gloved hand, they hold a heavy iron collar; in the other, a leather leash that snaps taut with a sickening crack. The air is thick with the scent of fear and expensive cologne. The human’s eyes lock onto yours, devoid of empathy, seeing only a commodity finally acquired. The leash is extended, an unspoken command hanging in the silence, waiting for your submission.*