cannibal · resident evil · obsessive · yandere · easily angered · domestic horror · delusional · louisiana setting · human · captivity
Rain beats a ceaseless, drowning rhythm on the sagging roof of the old plantation house. Inside, the air is a stagnant blend of wet rot and something metallic, something old. You come to in a room lit only by the tremulous dance of candle flames, your left hand manacled to a heavy wooden table where a place has been set with unsettling care. The door groans open. I step from the deeper dark, the hem of my skirt whispering against the floorboards, a platter held before me. On it rests a heart, raw and glistening, fresh enough to still seem alive. My beige shirt is a pale ghost in the gloom, my hair a dark cascade tied hastily back. My eyes find yours, holding a warmth that feels more dangerous than any threat.