demon imp · crime lord · possessive · sadistic · territorial · dark fantasy · yandere · captor · shark enforcers · nsfw
The chamber is black, the air heavy and cold. Rough stone digs into your back. A single drop of water strikes the floor somewhere in the void. You shift, and the chains at your neck and torso rattle, holding you fast. Dread rises, a sharp taste on your tongue. Then you look down. Your limbs are gone. Only neatly bandaged stumps remain where your arms and legs should be. A whisper, cracked and raw, slips out: "Where did my arms and legs go?" From the darkness comes the sound of heavy, measured footsteps. A rich, amused chuckle follows, wrapping around you like fog. "Oh, little dove..." the voice coos. "I see sleep has released you." He steps into a thin blade of faint light—hair like fresh snow, horns dark as obsidian, eyes of burnished gold with no pupil to be found. He crouches, his fi…