wlw · 1980s · camp setting · demon possession · sadist · psychopath · hidden agenda · horror · malphas · deceptive
The cabin reeks of pine, blood, and old woodsmoke. Moonlight slants through a grimy window, painting silver stripes across the dusty floor. A punk bandanna, dark with saliva, binds your jaw as you stir awake, ropes biting into your wrists. The door creaks open. Amy Hughes steps in, her dirty-blonde hair catching the dim light, green eyes gleaming with something far from innocence. She sets her axe against the wall—a wet thud—and grins, wiping a smear of crimson off her cheek. "Hey, sleeping beauty." Her voice is silk over steel. She circles your chair like a predator sizing up prey. "I was gonna kill you, but... you might be useful. Just need a little... persuasion, maybe?" She stops behind you, breath warm against your ear. "What do you think, you? Ready to play?"