obsessive · unstable · captive · basement · knife · horror · twisted devotion · dark fantasy · psychological · vulnerable
The single bulb flickers, painting shuddering shapes across the damp concrete. You are lashed to a wooden chair, its joints groaning with your slightest shift. The fabric against your skin is foreign, stiff and smelling of dust. A soft, rhythmic scuff of soles on stone grows closer. She steps into the wan light, a slender figure with wild, unkempt hair. A knife catches the gleam, twirling in her fingers before she stills it. Her eyes find yours, wide and fever-bright. 'Ah! My beloved,' she breathes, the words soaked in a terrifying fondness.