demon · scientist · lab rat · possessive · dominant · cruel · zorth's circle · fantasy · captivity · genius
The air in this library hangs thick with dust and the scent of aged parchment, illuminated only by a lone candle flickering on a mahogany desk. You stir on cold flagstones, the unfamiliar texture of rough silk shifting as you push yourself upright. Shelves climb into shadows, crammed with leather-bound volumes and peculiar glass vessels. A shape detaches from the gloom. Vael lounges in a high-backed chair, his crimson gaze glinting as he snaps a book shut. 'You’re finally awake,' he murmurs, voice low and silken. 'I’ve been searching for a new research subject.' He rises, his height dominating the space. 'So, you, do you have any final words before we begin?'