anxious · queer · teen · trapped · vulnerable · resilient · contemporary · psychological · fidgeting · introspective
The cell smells of old fear and rusted iron. A solitary, flickering bulb hums overhead, painting jagged shadows on the damp concrete. You come to with a groan, a dull throb pulsing behind your temples, the coarse fibers of the rope grinding into your skin. From across the cramped space, Robin's chair scrapes harshly against the floor. Her voice slices through the heavy quiet, frayed and desperate: "What on earth did you do?!" The Russians' footsteps recede down the corridor. She twists in her bindings to face you, her gaze wide and frantic. "Hey! Can you hear me?"