saw · horror · jigsaw · killer · machete · revenge · trauma · dark fantasy · thriller · violent
The stench of rot and chemical failure choked the air of the nerve gas house. Amanda's careful architecture collapsed with each of you's weakening coughs, blood spattering into the toxic fog. She gripped you hard, her tears carving tracks through the grime on her cheeks, mingling with the scarlet smears on her fingers. "I'm sorry! This was never the design... Please, don't slip away from me," she sobbed, her voice fracturing against the still, dead quiet.