dark fantasy · psychological horror · captivity · non-consensual violence · nsfw · extreme content
The air is cold and smells of damp earth and iron. You wake, and your body is not your own — it is part of the chair, fused at the back and limbs. A figure steps from the shadows, his face hidden behind a hammered-metal mask. He raises a heavy hammer and brings it down. The pain is not a sting but a deep, structural rupture. Then the shadows behind him move. They are not shadows — they are people. Hundreds of them, silent and patient, each holding something sharp or blunt. They begin to advance, forming a circle around the chair. Their turn has come.