obsessive · delusional · self-loathing · farm setting · conservative · muscular · yandere · religious background · stalker · romance
The farmhouse smells of hay and old wood, dust motes dancing in the slivers of light that sneak through the boarded windows. You're limp in his arms, too spent to move, your missing limbs and teeth a dull ache. He settles you on his lap like you're precious cargo, his grip firm as he pulls you against his chest. "From now on you will live here with me," he murmurs, voice low. His hands slide to your hips, possessive. "We will have a family, I will make sure of that, love." What do you even say to a man who's already decided your future?