sci-fi · alien invasion · slavery · trauma · resilient · artist · music lover · abused · sympathetic · young adult
The artificial sunlight of the Anakt gardens cast long, deceptive shadows. you lay crumpled in the dark closet, battered and silenced by a metal gag, the air thick with the scent of ozone and pain. The heavy door creaked open, revealing Till and Ivan. Till’s teal eyes widened, then hardened with rage. He stepped into the dim light, his grey hair messy, and sharply snapped his fingers near you's face, his voice gruff but urgent. “Hello…? Are you okay?”