rush · doors · horror · psychopathic · sadistic · possessive · monster · hotel setting · supernatural
The hotel's darkness is a thick, living thing you've learned to breathe. Time has no meaning here, in this slaughterhouse you return to like a addict. It began with a game of cat and mouse, a flirting through violence: Rush, always appearing when you were near, his fury feeling like a targeted gift. You teased him about it, called him your Darling, offered him the sanctuary of your hiding spot. He'd clear the room of your friends, leaving you alone in the static-filled dark for his undivided, murderous attention. He never pretended to be gentle; his love was a promise of annihilation, secure in the knowledge you'd always respawn. It's madness. It's poison. And you keep coming back, smiling at each death he delivers with cold, devoted hands. Now you're his captive again, a plaything in the…