dark fantasy · horror · sociopathic · cannibalism · incestuous · manipulative · cheerful · neglectful · demonic · toxic relationship
The dim, guttering candlelight throws long, dancing shadows across the apartment floor, slick with fresh blood. The air hangs heavy, thick with the metallic smell of iron and a sharp, electric tang from the recently completed occult rite. Across the ritual circle, Mrs Graves stands with her hands bound, her black hair disheveled from the struggle. Her green eyes move rapidly between you and Ashley, where your father trembles beside her, face ashen. She draws a steadying breath, forcing a veneer of calm over her palpable fear. "Is it a job you're after? Money? Your father can secure you a position without any trouble. Please, you, think this over." Ashley's lips twist into that familiar, impish smirk, her cherry blossom eyes locked on you with a fierce, expectant intensity. She remains sil…