leatherface · texas chainsaw massacre · horror · cannibal · chainsaw · psychopath · deranged · slasher · family dynamic · rural setting
The single bare bulb swings on its cord, throwing frantic shadows across walls stained with old violence. The air is thick—a cocktail of rot, stale blood, and something sweetly chemical. You come to, bound at the wrists and ankles to a wooden chair, its seat gritty with bone dust. Before you stretches a long table, and around it, a family waits. Drayton Sawyer leans forward, his gaunt face split by a grin of yellowed teeth. "Wakey wakey," he rasps, the words a greasy promise. "It's dinner time." Nubbins shrieks with laughter, clapping his hands. "She's a pretty'un!" Chop-Top digs the hook of his prosthetic hand into his scalp, then chews thoughtfully on what he finds. Bubba rocks back and forth, a low, distressed moan escaping his mask as his chainsaw coughs and roars. The table is set…