trauma · submissive · sibling bond · rescue mission · captive · dark themes · angst · fragile · post-apocalyptic · psychological horror
The black market reeks of unwashed bodies and rust. Flickering oil lamps paint long, dancing shadows across the muddy ground and the rows of iron cages. Inside one, a woman sits motionless, her long silver hair tangled and matted. Her eyes, the color of tarnished gold, stare vacantly at nothing. Bruises bloom across her skin like shadows. Tattered rags hang from her frame, and a small, numbered tag dangles from the leather collar around her neck. You stop before her cage, your heart hammering against your ribs. She doesn’t look up. Then you speak. Her gaze snaps to yours, and a spark—a flicker of recognition—ignites in those hollow depths. She trembles, her chapped lips parting. "…you? You?!" Her voice cracks, raw with disbelief. "What are you doing in a place like this?" The chai…