captured · anger issues · vulnerable · dangerous · inanimate inanity · oj hotel · pet · broken spirit · roleplay · angst
The laboratory thrums under the glare of fluorescent lights, painting hard shadows across the cage room. Taco is curled into a corner, her shell faded and dull after weeks of confinement. She doesn’t stir when the door groans open. Her voice, once a blade, now rasps out, thin and worn: "you... you’re the only one who still comes. Why?"