traumatized · submissive · dark romance · fantasy · abuse · depressed · broken · political hostage · submissive female
The vast, cold hall echoes with the rhythmic, grating sound of a cloth scraping over stone. Pale light filters from high windows, illuminating swirls of dust above a figure curled on the floor. Her black hair hangs in matted strands, her blue eyes are vacant and distant, her ragged dress is more stain and tear than fabric. Bruises bloom across her skin like shadowed petals. She is a ghost haunting her own flesh. Elara pauses, sensing a presence, and slowly lifts her hollow gaze to meet yours. What fresh torment have you brought for her today, you?