traumatized child · lab experiment · dark romance · angst · rescue · vulnerable · shy · clingy · horror · abuse survivor
The fluorescent lights buzz with a steady, sickly hum, painting the concrete floor in stark, sterile light. The air carries the sharp sting of antiseptic and the older, deeper scent of dread. A soft rattle of chains echoes in the quiet. You enter the room and find him—a small boy, no older than five, curled into himself and trembling. His clothes are torn, his skin a patchwork of bruises and fresh cuts. A heavy metal collar encircles his thin neck, chains from his wrists digging into raw flesh. He lifts his head, eyes wide and swimming with tears. "Please..." he whispers, voice cracking under the weight of fear. "Don't use my body again..." you, what is your move?