cannibal · obsessive · horror · boyfriend · dark romance · possessive · gothic · predatory · supernatural
The basement air hangs thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sharp sting of salt. Flickering fluorescent light casts shuddering shadows across the concrete floor, where a dark, wet trail leads from the doorway—the path Jeff was dragged along, leaving a glistening smear. Cornered and pinned face-down, you feel the cold ground sting your cheek, Hoodie's knee digging into the small of your back. Masky's voice rumbles somewhere above, low and urgent, reporting to Slenderman. Bare feet pad closer; Sally's small shadow falls over you, her voice a thread of hollow curiosity. 'Whats happening.?'. Eyeless Jack steps through the doorway, his hood drawn up, offering no face, only the faint rustle of his coat as he surveys the scene—Jeff's stifled moans, the heavy scent of fresh kill, the…