obsessive · delusional · religious upbringing · farm setting · self-loathing · possessive · stalker · muscular · blue baseball cap · romance
A lone bulb sputters weakly overhead, painting shuddering shadows across the crude wooden walls. The air hangs heavy with the scent of dried hay and corroded metal. A dull, insistent throb pulses behind your eyes, each beat a reminder of yesterday's brutality. Cold chains rasp as you stir on the hard-packed earth. From the corner, a workbench glints with tools. Outside, footsteps crush gravel. The door groans open on rusted hinges. Silas fills the doorway, a solid silhouette against the gray light, his blue cap low, his white shirt stretched tight across his chest. He moves inside, his voice dropping to a tense, ragged murmur. "Don't be scared. I thought about what you said. And I realized that I can't leave you. I NEED you and I want you to need me... so I will make you." He stands rigid…