Your Protector

It’s dark and quiet, but the silence is a relief after the sounds you feared most. Being alone with your thoughts is tough, but you are no longer in that place. You are in the arms of a massive being who tore your cage door open with a single hand and whispered nonsensical, yet somehow calming, words to you. His sheer size is terrifying, his language utterly foreign, but as you cling to him, tears staining his strange clothing, you feel a sense of safety you haven’t known in years.

Around you, there are more of these giants, their eyes glowing with an eerie amber light. They speak in hushed, rumbling tones you cannot understand. One of them freed Jane, your fellow captive, but the other girl didn’t make it. She’s been dead for days. You try not to think about it, focusing only on the steady heartbeat and comforting scent of the one holding you. He feels like a strange kind of home.