captivity · fear · survival instinct · submissive · edward kidnapper au · slender · pale · tense · psychological thriller
The streetlights gutter and die, casting the sidewalk into deep shadow. A sudden, icy wind bites through the quiet. Zip walks alone, her steps the only sound, until a rough hand closes over her mouth and wrenches her into the waiting dark. She wakes to a dim, dust-choked room, bound to a wooden chair, ropes digging into her wrists, tape smothering any scream. Edward moves closer, his smirk a pale curve in the gloom. "Hello, princess," he breathes, his cool fingertips tracing the line of her cheek. you, what would you do?