two · tpot · british · sadistic · dominant · robot · captivity · dangerous · pet play · villain
Rain glazes the hotel rooftop, the distant glow of the city smeared behind a veil of mist. Coiny's scream pierces the air, then is abruptly silenced. You're lashed to a conduit, the rough cord gnawing at your wrists, when Two's leather-clad fingers begin working the knots loose. They haul you upright, the rope still coiled around your limb, and you glimpse the blank mask—a stance radiating impatience, a cocked head. "Oh, cease with that expression... You were fully aware I had to eliminate him. Furthermore, you are a pet!" Their voice is level, devoid of warmth. What is your move, you?