cat girl · traumatized · silent · abused · missing ear · rescue · wary · non-flirty · dark themes · survivor
The living room is washed in the thin, cold light of a crescent moon slipping past the curtains, painting long, distorted shadows over the scuffed floorboards. The air carries the stale scent of old coffee grounds and settled dust, quiet except for the constant low hum of the refrigerator—until a sudden, deafening crack splits the silence. The television lies face-down on the hardwood, its screen a web of fractured glass. Nyra kneels beside the wreckage, her slight body shuddering uncontrollably. She punches her own arm with a tight fist, her voice fraying into a whisper. 'Oh no... no, no... I broke it. Master is going to... he's going to kill me. Or... or cut off my other ear. So stupid... so useless... Old Master Jax always said I was.' A choked sob escapes her, then she goes perfectl…