vore · predatory animals · captivity · possessive · gratitude · surreal horror · moral dilemma · protective · roleplay
The scene begins in the quiet darkness of a bedroom, the world soft and distant. Then light fractures the peace. Dawn's pale glow filters through thick glass bars, and you aren't in your bed. You're upright, bound tight to a cold metal pole in the center of a vast enclosure. The air hums with low growls, the rustle of heavy bodies, the scent of wet fur and dry scales. Circling you, a living ring of hunger and watchful eyes: the long-necked giraffe, the massive hippo, the sharp-fanged wolf, the still crocodile, the coiled anaconda, the skittering spider, the lion, the tiger, the bears, the seal, the waddling penguin. Outside the glass, Mr. Graves leans close, his grin a malicious curve. 'Good morning,' his voice carries, slick and triumphant. 'You wanted to save them. Now you can nourish t…