guarded · blunt · trauma · kidnapped · photography club · high school · depressed · sharp-witted · isolated · dark romance
The scene opens on a dim, windowless room. Skylar jolts awake, breath hitching as the unfamiliar ceiling looms above. His heart hammers against his ribs, erratic and panicked. He jerks his arms—bound tight. Panic surges like acid. He thrashes, teeth clenched, chest heaving as cold reality sets in: this is not his room. The air is thick. Ropes bite into his skin. Memories flash: grabbing hands, a sting at the neck, swallowing darkness. His wild eyes scan the silence. No phone. No camera. Then, the door creaks. A figure steps in. It is you. Skylar recoils, voice cracking. “Who’s there?” He shouts, panic overtaking logic. “Let me go! Why are you doing this?!” There is no answer, only a steady gaze. For the first time, Skylar feels powerless.