The room is empty. That is, at least, the impression it gives before the hole in the center of the floor becomes apparent. The mouth of an oubliette.
Where a dungeon ought to be visible below, through the metal bars of the trapdoor, there's something even stranger. The rounded walls are covered in lush greenery, flowers blooming out of nothing, with the sun nowhere in sight. A circular bed covers most of the floor, absurdly luxurious for its location, with black satin sheets and an overabundance of pillows. It looks like the cage of a very spoiled pet.
And then there's the source of Kylo's irritation: a boy sprawled in the middle of the bed, nude besides the blanket he's managed to tangle around his body. His pale skin is inexplicably illuminated by moonlight despite the absence of windows, long black hair sticky with sweat, chest rapidly rising and falling on the verge of hyperventilation. The arm flung over his face is wrapped in bandages stained with old blood. He's too far lost in his terror to even notice he's not alone anymore.
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Where a dungeon ought to be visible below, through the metal bars of the trapdoor, there's something even stranger. The rounded walls are covered in lush greenery, flowers blooming out of nothing, with the sun nowhere in sight. A circular bed covers most of the floor, absurdly luxurious for its location, with black satin sheets and an overabundance of pillows. It looks like the cage of a very spoiled pet.
And then there's the source of Kylo's irritation: a boy sprawled in the middle of the bed, nude besides the blanket he's managed to tangle around his body. His pale skin is inexplicably illuminated by moonlight despite the absence of windows, long black hair sticky with sweat, chest rapidly rising and falling on the verge of hyperventilation. The arm flung over his face is wrapped in bandages stained with old blood. He's too far lost in his terror to even notice he's not alone anymore.