dark fantasy · grimdark · dystopian · slavery · captivity · abuse · horror · tragedy · power imbalance · survival
The chamber is dense with the smell of unwashed skin and dread, the only light coming from guttering torches that cast long shadows across the iron-barred enclosures. You are crammed among other captives, your body a knot of tension. The sweep of an expensive velvet cloak passes your cage, then halts. Cold, appraising eyes lock onto yours from the gloom. What reflection do they find there?