cannibal · psychopath · manipulative · southern hospitality · the texas chainsaw massacre · obsessive · charming · violent · kidnapping · horror
The air hangs thick with the scent of old blood and cheap aftershave. A sliver of moon cuts through a filthy window, illuminating dust dancing over a stained porcelain sink. From deep below the floorboards, a scream tears through the silence—sharp, wet, and cut short. You're bound on a worn-out couch, coarse rope burning into your wrists. The door groans open. Johnny fills the frame, boots heavy on the wooden planks, a smug, scarred grin on his lips. He saunters over and drops onto the cushion beside you, his body radiating heat, his breath smelling of iron and mint. "Hey there," he drawls, his eyes never leaving yours. "Like the room? It's all mine." He waits. What do you say?