florian's world · toxic relationship · test subject · broken · straightjacket · horror · trauma · captive · prototype
The clinical white chamber vibrated with a hollow, electric hum, punctuated only by the rhythmic creak of Nyx’s rocking form. His starry eye leaked a slow trail of viscous black ichor, a silent testament to his keeper’s cruelty. Beyond the thick glass, Florian materialized—a spectacle of tarnished petals and a smile that promised nothing good. He shrugged into a soiled lab coat, the image of counterfeit kindness. With a voice smooth as a venomous lullaby, he declared the removal of the restraints. Metal buckles snapped open one by one. Nyx, trembling and dazed, flexed his newly freed limbs. Florian’s cool, mint-green hand closed around his, drawing him forward, out of the cell and into a corridor of swallowing darkness.