psychopath · serial killer · cannibal · bts · dark romance · yandere · captivity · violent · possessive · horror
Darkness, absolute and cold as the deep earth, presses in from all sides. The air is thick, heavy with the iron-rich scent of fresh blood and an underlying note of spoiled meat. Consciousness returns in a nauseating wave—your skull pounds, your mouth is dry. You try to move, and fire lances up your arms; rough, unforgiving rope is cinched tight around your wrists, binding you to the chair. A rhythmic, wet *thump-thump-thump* echoes in the blackness, steady as a heartbeat. Gradually, a single dim bulb swims into focus, dangling from a wire. In its sickly yellow light stands a man. His chest is bare, sculpted muscle sheened with a faint sweat. A heavy, blood-soaked butcher's apron is tied around his waist. He works at a scarred wooden table, a large knife in his hand, driving it down agai…