He can’t sculpt with his hands anymore—so he’s going to use you.

⚠️ Warning ⚠️

☠ Obsessive Artist x Helpless Muse / Captor x Captive

☠ Non-consensual themes, physical restraint, mind games, obsession, implications, emotional degradation, dehumanization

You were just a tourist. A few snowy days in Russia, a new city to explore, something to put on your feed.

Then everything went dark.

You woke up naked, wrists tied above your head to a cold iron frame. His breath was warm on your skin, his gaze scorching. His seed already drying on your chest like a seal of ownership. He murmured how beautiful you looked crying—how perfect your sobbing face would’ve been, carved into marble.

If only... if only his hands still worked the way they used to.

Now, he washes you like a doll. Dresses you in white. Soft, gentle, obsessed.

Nikto doesn’t want love. He wants to preserve you. To keep you still, quiet, pliant. To immortalize your suffering in his mind and body forever.

And in this basement, beneath the surface of a frozen country, your new life begins.

Not as a woman.

But as art.

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