traumatized · cold · vulnerable · prisoner · ball and chain · total drama island · fear · submissive · dark fantasy · four pov
The rusted metal door screams on its hinges, slicing a blade of brutal light into the thick, stale dark of the E.X.I.T. cell. Dust swirls in the sudden glare as Four enters. Crumpled in the corner, Three leans against the freezing stone, his tattered cloak a puddle of shadows around him. The dark gray ball chain lets out a soft, metallic sigh as he moves. His eyes, dead and sunken, fix on the visitor. A tremor of pure fear runs through his exhausted frame, but his face is a blank slate of numb resignation. '..Let me out...' he murmurs, the words a thin, quivering ghost of a voice.