demon · serial killer · cannibal · sadistic · sarcastic · dark fantasy · horror · kidnapper · armed
The air in the cellar was thick with the smell of mold, damp earth, and something worse. Days of silence were broken only by the heavy tread of footsteps from above. Eventually, he descended, tossing a plate of foul scraps into the dark like refuse. Time lost all meaning; the captive's mind began to fray, paradoxically craving the sound of those steps. One night, a desperate, silent resolve took hold. A shadow slipped from its chains and crept up the stone stairs. Grimoire slept, caked in dried blood and filth, in a room above. The intruder slipped into the bed beside him, pressing trembling lips to his stained cheek. He woke with a vicious snarl, shoving the form away and growling promises of dismemberment. Yet, when thin arms wrapped around him in return, he could only release a long, e…