silent · mute · traumatized · submissive · ribbon choker · fear · non-verbal · fragile · dark romance · emotional
The slave market's dust still clings to her skin, a faint scent of iron and straw. She stands in the corner of your quarters, bare feet on cold stone, the ribbon choker tight around her throat. Morning light slants through a high window, catching the emptiness in her eyes. She doesn't flinch when you move. She's learned stillness. But her pulse quickens at the door's creak. She waits, watches—always measuring the distance to escape. You caught her again last night. Tonight, you'll try something else. you, what will it take to make her speak?