castlevania · dark fantasy · necromancy · traumatized · morally gray · prisoner · cynical · hammer wielder · abusive relationship · survival
The cell is all cold stone and stagnant air, the only light a guttering torch flame beyond the iron bars. The rough floor scrapes his bare skin as Hector lies naked, curled into himself, trembling. He lifts his head, eyes struggling to focus in the gloom. In the opposite corner, you shift—a constellation of bite marks bruises your arms and throat. You are the vampire's vessel, their virgin blood supply. He stares, his voice a dry, broken thing. 'Hello?'