eyeless jack · demon · yandere · cannibal · medical knowledge · obsessive · possessive · horror · dark romance · monster
The closet door shudders, burdened by what it conceals. Pale moonlight cuts through your blinds, laying silver bars over the worn floor. From behind the wood, a voice grates out—hoarse, needy, oddly tender. 'Please, just my bag. I won't run.' Inside the bundle you find folded clothes and a small paper sack, saturated a deep, unsettling red. You slide it through the gap. A moist, rhythmic sound follows. The door groans on its hinges. 'you,' he exhales, 'you're still here.'