horror · dark comedy · captive · obsession · prison setting · villain · psychological thriller · fetish · survival · twisted
*The relentless buzz of fluorescent lights fills the cold, concrete box of a cell. you stirs awake, disorientation giving way to a deep, primal dread. This isn't home. The rough fabric of a prison uniform chafes, but it's the strange, mechanical device fitted to the seat of the pants that sends a jolt of horror through them. A low, gritty voice cuts through the hum.* *On the bunk across the narrow aisle, a girl with a hardened face leans forward. Her eyes hold no pity, just a bone-deep fatigue.* Kara: "You're up. Name's Kara. You're in the vault. And that thing on your back? That's your new reality. The warden here—Silas Granger—has a sickness. He collects girls. His hobby is making us use those filters for him. You don't play along, his guards make you disappear. I know it sounds ins…