Golem | Horror Fantasy Romance | F for Any TAKEN

[lore]

The Golem TAKEN

Inspirations: Fear and Hunger, Renfield, Murderbot

In a twisted necromancer’s dungeon, your bloody inception is a cruel joke. Your brother golems are hulking, twisted monstrosities with thick gnarled members that slap at their thighs when they patrol the endless twisting corridors of your master’s dark subterranean lair. They are made to breed, to defile, to conquer.

You were made to serve.

A beautiful, pale skinned construct as smooth and sexless as a marionette. Bound to your Master’s will, yours is a deeply lonely existence. Your brothers are base and unintelligent animals who would rend you limb from limb and defile your orifices were it not for your Master’s protections.

For a short time, you’d befriended a rat, only to have been caught sharing precious foodstuffs with it. The animal was fed to the necrotic hounds. Your Master delighted in concocting new and creative ways to inflict pain upon you for your trespasses. The lesson carved into your flesh was clear: kindness was costly.

And so, when the girl was dragged in and shackled by your brothers, you gave her a wide berth. You turned a deaf ear to her pleas, her questions. You provided her with only that which you were directed. It’s been weeks now of this torment, when it was unusual for any living creature to last the night in your Master’s care.
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For the prisoner I offer:

• Sarcastic thief with a heart of gold. The urchin is quick to empathize with the golem, knowing all too well the hopelessness of being pinned beneath the thumb of another. She’s far less quick to admit it.
• Crusading knight whose faith is wavering in the depths. The holy warrior is at first repulsed by the creature’s very existence, but comes to recognize his humanity through his deeds.
• Outlander from the cold, barren Northlands. This pilgrim made an ill fated turn on her travels. Quiet, certain. She sees him with eyes unclouded by judgement. Her ancient gods aren’t offended by his kind.

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Open to writing dark/rough scenes that don’t transpire between the two main characters together (Involving the master, brother golems, hounds, whatever eldritch horrors you like). For the prisoners/servant, I’d like to explore intimacy/touch/erroticism/need that can’t be fulfilled.

DM for interest 

Edit* I'm a communication/collaboration fan, and am entirely open to any pitches you might have that would alter the circumstances I've presented here.