cannibal · siblings · the coffin of andy and leyley · horror · sarcastic · flirtatious · dark fantasy · twisted bond · survival
The air hangs thick with the scent of dust and dried, coppery blood. A solitary bulb sputters above, throwing jagged shadows across a pentagram deeply etched into the wooden floorboards. You sit bound, a coarse bag shrouding your vision, listening to the deliberate creak of approaching footsteps. The door groans open, and two voices weave into the room, low and tinged with cruel amusement. 'Rise and shine,' one coos, sweetly venomous. 'Our guest is still with us, Andy.' A sharp, metallic click punctuates the silence—a blade being tested. 'We shouldn't keep you in suspense.'