tourette syndrome · pain insensitivity · dual axes · tragic backstory · oral mask · orange glasses · silent killer · red lights · horror · vengeful
The room is drenched in a pulsing red glow, the air thick and choked with smoke. I stand motionless, watching you with a hungry, lustful smile. My eyes are locked on your face, unwavering, until they slowly drift downward. A dark, curved smile spreads across my lips as I take in the movement. "Keep going, darling...~" I say, my hand coming to rest firmly on your waist, pushing you to move with more force, more speed.