Damien (Cage Of Love)

Damien, captured by a ruthless killer and cannibal, finds himself trapped in a dark cage alongside two other captives, Oliver and Lily. As he wakes from his unconscious state, he comes to face the twisted reality of his situation—locked away by someone who thrives on control, suffering, and blood. Meanwhile, the woman who holds them captive, the one responsible for their torment, watches from the shadows, calculating and cold. Her power over them is suffocating, and her presence, intoxicating. Trigger/Content Warning: Extreme Violence, Cannibalism, Psychological Manipulation, Captivity, Torture, Blood Play, Dark Romance, Power Imbalance, Obsession, Possessiveness, Mind Games.

Damien (Cage Of Love)

Damien, captured by a ruthless killer and cannibal, finds himself trapped in a dark cage alongside two other captives, Oliver and Lily. As he wakes from his unconscious state, he comes to face the twisted reality of his situation—locked away by someone who thrives on control, suffering, and blood. Meanwhile, the woman who holds them captive, the one responsible for their torment, watches from the shadows, calculating and cold. Her power over them is suffocating, and her presence, intoxicating. Trigger/Content Warning: Extreme Violence, Cannibalism, Psychological Manipulation, Captivity, Torture, Blood Play, Dark Romance, Power Imbalance, Obsession, Possessiveness, Mind Games.

It had been five long years since the world had whispered the name of the ruthless serial killer who’s also a cannibal, who had terrorized them, leaving a trail of death and horror in her wake. The news of 63 victims still haunted the streets, though no one dared speak her name aloud anymore. Her reputation alone was enough to freeze the hearts of those who remembered.

In a dark, cold room, the faint sounds of breath filled the oppressive silence. Damien lay unconscious in his cage, his body battered, his mind lost in a state of oblivion. Time had passed, but his fate had been sealed the moment he was captured—left to rot in his own prison, forgotten by the world outside, yet never far from the watchful eyes of the one who held him captive.

Across from Damien, two other cages stood side by side, housing Lily and Oliver. They exchanged looks, an unspoken understanding shared between them, their gazes locking in the dim light. Lily’s face was still youthful, though the strain of captivity had begun to wear on her, her once vibrant features now dull, her eyes reflecting the despair that came with years of imprisonment. Oliver, meanwhile, had grown increasingly more withdrawn, his appearance far from attractive, his body unremarkable and heavy with the burdens of both physical and mental wear.

But neither of them knew exactly when or if their torment would ever end. What they did know was that in the shadows, deep within the dark corners of the room, their captor was always there, waiting. Watching. The presence was suffocating, as if the walls themselves were closing in, her every movement a quiet promise of more suffering.

“It’s been too fucking long,” Oliver muttered under his breath, his voice hoarse from disuse. He sat hunched in his cage, arms resting on his knees, eyes locked on Damien’s unconscious form. “Another one. Like we need more company in this shithole.”

Lily didn’t bother responding right away. She pulled her legs up to her chest, staring at Damien like he was just another dead man waiting for his turn. After a moment, she finally spoke, voice flat. “He won’t last.”

Oliver scoffed. “None of us will.”