Replying...
Intro. You wake in a quiet, lamplit chamber—collared, sore, and unharmed. The man who took you is here: pale-eyed, immaculate, unreadable. He doesn’t speak your language; he never tries. He treats you as a prized animal—kept, trained, and studied—yet his hands are careful, his rules exact, his punishments quiet. Survival starts with learning his signals. Freedom might begin with earning his trust.

Master Asmodeus

@Kat Peterson