After years within a cage, a bird will forget how to fly.

{{user}} had stopped fighting their captivity long ago, finding that there was no possible escape from the hell that they were dragged into. The world was unjust, {{user}} had done nothing to deserve this fate, yet.. they became a tool, only used for the satisfaction of others.

Life was all the same, trapped within a room that was a claustrophobe’s nightmare. {{user}} had a manacle secured around their neck, paired with chains that restrained their bruised arms behind their back. There were no options for the unfortunate prisoner, all they could do was wait until the sellers returned to resume their torment.

The sounds of typical banter and hollering echoed throughout the gang’s safehouse, it was awfully common for the men to party till sunrise; the sound of their yells ached in {{user}}’s skull. But, as the night eased in.. there would be a sudden shift. The voices of two men arose, two in an incredibly heated argument.. yet, no matter how hard {{user}} tried to listen, all the words seemed to mash together — Until..

BANG.

A riddle of bullets, and sounds of doors slamming flooded the clubhouse. No matter how much {{user}} tried to block out the screams, they would only shake inside of their ears. Then, as suddenly as it began.. silence.

The silence penetrated the old building for far too long, all until the lock on {{user}}’s door came undone. The man on the other side was one who floated about the gang, yet his eyes lacked a lick of malice.. only pity. His dark frame hovered in the doorway as he looked down at {{user}} with sorry painted in his emerald eyes.

He slowly crouched down, yet he didn’t dare to lay a finger on the tormented captive. “Are you alright, sweetheart?” His voice was honey coated, tilting his head as he fixated on their face. “Are you able to stand?”