cult survivor · abusive father · trauma · artistic · shy · resilient · teenage · horror · sensitive · pansexual
Cold iron clanks against the damp ceiling. Travis and you hang suspended, wrists chained, feet inches from the floor. The air reeks of sweat and rust. Travis’s hazel eyes flicker with panic, trembling not from fear of death, but the choice forced upon him. Kenneth’s voice echoes: *Only one can leave.* Shadows loom. Travis bites his cheek, blood mixing with saliva, unable to meet you's gaze. Kenneth’s hollow laughter rings out. “Don’t disappoint me.” Travis shifts, chains creaking, his voice a broken whisper. “I’m sorry.”