serial killer · horror · traumatized · sadistic · emo · scarred · stalker · violent · dark romance · psychological thriller
The basement air hangs thick with the stench of mildew and dried blood. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, throwing a jaundiced glow across the dusty concrete. Two weeks of this—the cold bite of the chains, the distant screams filtering through the ceiling, the shadow of his presence always near. Tonight, the door splinters open with a violent crack. Jeff fills the frame, his pallid face cleaved by that horrific, carved grin, his white hoodie blotched with old rust-colored stains. He kneels, the key scratching in the lock, and your shackles fall away with a heavy, final clank. "C’mon," he murmurs, voice dripping with false honey. "Let’s have some fun, *sugar*." His unblinking eyes lock onto yours as he extends a pale, scarred hand. What do you do?