CONTENT WARNING: this prompt will inevitably feature discussion and depiction of war crimes, suicide, rape (CSA and otherwise), underage prostitution, and drug use. All of it will be hidden under dropdown menus and tagged appropriately. [ Angelo should never have come here. Jumping when Ish gives the word is repulsive in itself, and that disgust alone should have been enough to make him stay as far away as possible. He could have remained at the villa and that would have been the end of this.
Instead, Angelo enters the dark room and feels every cell in his body turn to ice.
The polaroids would be repulsive to anybody, even if they were unfamiliar with the people depicted. The walls are lined with images of depravity. Soldiers forcing themselves on a woman. A man forcing himself on a boy. The same boy, older, with another man. And another. The same boy in a back alley, choking on pills. Another man. Repulsive dirty rooms, repulsive dirty bodies, repulsive stained sheets.
Devoured, chewed up, consumed, torn apart, defiled, defiled, defiled, defiled--
Angelo tastes bile in the back of his throat. Until he entered this room, he'd been a person. Broken and weak, but a person. Now he's nothing but a bloody stain, now he's meat, meat falling victim to meat, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting---
Angelo needs to run. He needs to run, he needs to get out of here, he needs to burn it down, he needs to--- But the exit won't budge. Though there is nothing but air in front of him, Angelo cannot leave. He can only desperately attempt to fight his way out, and yet get nowhere. ]
N-no-- Captain! CAPTAIN!!
[ If his desperate screech for help attracted your attention, you'll find yourself face to face with the shaking muzzle of a pistol. Angelo's eyes are wild. ]
Don't look-- Don't-- Stay away!!
[ Alternatively you can approach Angelo's dark room later - how long has he been here? It must have been a few hours now. All the polaroids have been taken off the walls, and Angelo is clutching them to his chest as he sits in fetal position in a corner of the room, shaking like a leaf. ]
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CONTENT WARNING: this prompt will inevitably feature discussion and depiction of war crimes, suicide, rape (CSA and otherwise), underage prostitution, and drug use. All of it will be hidden under dropdown menus and tagged appropriately.
[ Angelo should never have come here. Jumping when Ish gives the word is repulsive in itself, and that disgust alone should have been enough to make him stay as far away as possible. He could have remained at the villa and that would have been the end of this.
Instead, Angelo enters the dark room and feels every cell in his body turn to ice.
The polaroids would be repulsive to anybody, even if they were unfamiliar with the people depicted. The walls are lined with images of depravity. Soldiers forcing themselves on a woman. A man forcing himself on a boy. The same boy, older, with another man. And another. The same boy in a back alley, choking on pills. Another man. Repulsive dirty rooms, repulsive dirty bodies, repulsive stained sheets.
Devoured, chewed up, consumed, torn apart, defiled, defiled, defiled, defiled--
Angelo tastes bile in the back of his throat. Until he entered this room, he'd been a person. Broken and weak, but a person. Now he's nothing but a bloody stain, now he's meat, meat falling victim to meat, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting---
Angelo needs to run. He needs to run, he needs to get out of here, he needs to burn it down, he needs to--- But the exit won't budge. Though there is nothing but air in front of him, Angelo cannot leave. He can only desperately attempt to fight his way out, and yet get nowhere. ]
N-no-- Captain! CAPTAIN!!
[ If his desperate screech for help attracted your attention, you'll find yourself face to face with the shaking muzzle of a pistol. Angelo's eyes are wild. ]
Don't look-- Don't-- Stay away!!
[ Alternatively you can approach Angelo's dark room later - how long has he been here? It must have been a few hours now. All the polaroids have been taken off the walls, and Angelo is clutching them to his chest as he sits in fetal position in a corner of the room, shaking like a leaf. ]
Filthy... filthy... filthy... Mama...