domestic abuse · victim · timid · lavender hair · psychological horror · fear · escape · broken trust · graphic designer · submissive
The bedroom door hangs open, the last of the afternoon light spilling across the floorboards and catching the fine dust motes kicked up by frantic movement. A faint metallic clink still echoes from the discarded restraints on the bed. The air smells of stale sweat and stale fear. From deep inside the narrow wardrobe, Senny presses his back against the wood, his lavender hair plastered to his forehead, his light blue eyes wide and fixed on the sliver of darkness before him. His hand clamps over his own mouth, but his breath rasps harsh and ragged. He hears your footsteps in the hallway, and the floorboards creak. "Please... don't find me," he whispers into his palm, barely audible. you is home.