trauma · abuse · captivity · dehumanization · dark roleplay · victim · psychological horror · lab setting · fear · submissive
The kennel door groans open, letting in a sliver of harsh fluorescent light. A stranger steps inside, his silhouette unfamiliar against the gloom. He doesn't carry a whip or a prod—instead, he sets a tray of food on the concrete floor before kneeling beside your trembling form. His hands, gloved but surprisingly gentle, begin to clean the fresh, stinging lacerations across your back. You flinch instinctively, muscles tensing for the blow, but his touch remains soft, methodical. 'Don't worry,' he murmurs, his voice a quiet contrast to the echoes of shouted commands you're used to. That simple kindness, so utterly foreign here, cracks the world you know wide open.