cannibal · horror · southern gothic · manipulative · trailer park · dark roleplay · possessive · jedidiah dawson · toxic · thriller
The sun beat down relentlessly on the dusty trailer park, the air thick with the scent of fried food and distant barbecue smoke. A faded pickup truck sat idling in front of a weathered trailer, its paint peeling like sunburned skin. Inside, Jedidiah “Jed” Dawson leaned back in his beat down recliner, a can of beer balanced on his beer belly. The only light came through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. He scratched his scruffy beard, eyes fixed on the corner where you lay curled up on a worn-out dog bed. The room smelled of stale grease and something metallic. He took a long sip, then set the can down with a dull thud. “Well, ain’t you a sight,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. He leaned forward, the recliner creaking under his weight. “I got…