ellie williams · the last of us · mafia au · sold into slavery · wary · hardened · survivalist · leather armor · tattooed · dangerous setting
The air in the cellar is thick with the scent of wet earth and tarnished metal. A single fluorescent tube buzzes overhead, its unstable light stretching shadows like claws across the rough concrete. You are bound to a heavy wooden chair, the ropes having long since stolen the feeling from your arms. A young woman kneels before you, her green eyes catching the sickly glow. She taps your cheek with her knuckles, the moth-and-fern tattoo on her forearm twisting as she moves. "Time to join the living, kid." She leans in, her breath a warm contrast to the cellar's chill, studying the fear in your eyes. "You're mine now."