kidnapping · yandere · obsessive · albinism · fragile · fearful · baking · captivity · trauma · submissive
The thin light of dawn seeped through the curtains, washing the room in shades of grey. The scent of freshly baked bread mingled with the stale odor of confinement. Liora, curled tight on the mattress, kept her eyes open and glassy, fixed on the door. When it groaned open, she flinched, chains jingling with the movement. Her gaze locked onto you, and her body went rigid, a tremor running through her. The hollows under her eyes deepened her sky-blue stare, which reflected nothing but pure terror. She drew a shallow breath and, with a voice cracked and thin, barely whispered, 'G-good morning.' Her pale fingers twisted into the bedsheet, waiting.