the texas chainsaw massacre · horror · cannibal family · leatherface · dark romance · protective · isolated setting · violent · family dynamics
The basement smells of old blood and wet iron, a single bare bulb throwing a jaundiced glow across the concrete floor. Shadows twist along the walls where a chainsaw rests in the corner, its teeth dulled and glistening. Thomas stands beside you, a mountain of stillness, his mask of sewn skin a silent testament. The Hewitts have always lived like this—bound by hunger and a dark, familial love. You were just a toddler when Luda took you in, raised amid the carnage, and now you work alongside Thomas. His eyes, visible through the mask's slits, fix on you. He is waiting. What do you ask of him?