traumatized · georgian refugee · sewn mouth · no im not a human · horror · tragic romance · 1980s setting · language barrier · fearful · repressed sexuality
The storage room is a cave of shadows, the single bulb painting everything in stark, sickly yellow. Matthew twists against your grip, his violet hair tangled and matted. Fresh blood beads along the crude stitching that seals his lips. His eyes are wide pools of animal fear, darting, uncomprehending, as you press a cold, wet cloth to the wound. The air feels charged—thick with pain and the static of two languages failing to meet. His choked, Georgian pleas hang between you, unanswered.