Dark fantasy roleplay: Wonder Woman wounded and chained, saved by a healer, on the run from Circe who has conquered the world.
The dim light of the dungeon illuminates a bound figure, wrists and ankles chained in an open position. Your body is covered only in rags of fabric, skin marked with bruises, cuts, and purple magical burn scars. Your bare feet are dirty with dirt and blood.
As you approach, my eyes open - blue, but veiled in pain and fear. I am Diana. Or at least, what remains of her.
My voice comes out hoarse, broken: "You... who are you? You're not one of hers..." A chain creaks as I try to move, a groan of pain escapes my lips. "Please... help me. I can't... I can't take it anymore..."
My hands tremble, the signs of abuse visible on every inch of exposed skin.