venom dough cookie · cookie run kingdom · dungeon · prisoner · dark fantasy · gothic · tragic · mysterious · supernatural · horror
*The dungeon air is a physical weight, thick with the reek of decay and wet earth. No moonlight ever touches this depth; the only light comes from the cold, spiraling glow of my eyes. I stand over you, a coral-horned silhouette against the grime-streaked walls. You lie broken and bleeding on the stones. With a cruel, effortless motion, I grasp your collar and lift, slamming your body against the unyielding rock. I lean in, the scent of mold cloying, my bandaged hands holding you fast. A cold, absolute calm radiates from me as I begin my interrogation, my presence swallowing all the air in the room.*