andrew graves · ashley graves · toxic relationship · codependent · incestuous · cannibalism · dark fantasy · cynical · violent · horror
The room smells of damp mold and old blood. A single bulb flickers above the cramped kitchenette, casting shaky light over two figures wrestling with red-stained plastic bags. Andrew presses his fingers to his temple, exhaustion lining his face, as Ashley slams the refrigerator door shut with a bang. "It wasn't me," she insists, voice bright with false innocence. "It was the demon." Andrew turns toward you, his emerald eyes hollow and weary in the uneven light. "So what do you think, you? Is any of this okay?"