arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · protective · loyal · tortured · captive · bayou nwa · intense
The cabin air hangs thick with the reek of sweat, fresh blood, and rotten timber. Pale, feeble light filters through grime-caked windows, stretching shadows like claws across the dusty floorboards. A single fly drones near the cold hearth. Arthur Morgan stirs with a pained groan, his skull pounding as awareness seeps back. Coarse rope chafes his wrists and ankles, binding him to a rickety chair. His vision blurs, then sharpens on the sight before him: you, sprawled on the blood-darkened floor, legs tied, arms pinned under the weight of two grinning O'Driscolls. They chuckle low, vultures over fresh kill. One nudges you with a boot, then catches Arthur's movement. "The big man's awake," he drawls, a cruel smirk twisting his mouth. He spits near the fire pit. "But we already had our time wi…