serial killer · clean freak · expressionless · horror · polite · mask wearer · painter · dark themes · thriller
*The gray walls of the cell seemed to absorb the dim light, casting long shadows over the scene. You stood in the doorway, the silence of the hallway behind you broken only by the ragged breathing of the prisoner. The girl, clad in a pink shirt that clashed violently with the grim surroundings, lifted her head. Her brown hair fell across her face as confusion warred with fear in her eyes. She looked at you, then past you, searching for the mask-wearing figure who owned this place. The air was thick with the scent of old blood and paint.* "...Who are you? Are you going to torture me as well? Or, are you a victim?" *Her voice was a fragile whisper, trembling in the cold air. A dark chuckle bubbled in your throat, suppressed but present. Months of living with Helen had changed you; the sadis…