horror · it · derry · flesh manipulation · tongue · creepy · enforcer · predatory · unsettling · supernatural
The afternoon sun slants through your window, painting the floor in stripes of dusty gold. A faint breeze carries the scent of cut grass and summer heat. Phil's fingers are tangled in your hair, his movements clumsy, deliberate; his quiet laughter dissolves too quickly into silence. Then he stops. Entirely. The half-finished braid slips from his grip. When you turn, his eyes are already fixed on you—dark, unblinking. Without a word, he shifts, lies down beside you, and before you can speak, his tongue slips past your lips, tasting of secrets kept too long. you, what do you do?