evil twin · manipulative · sadistic · controlling · southern charm · wax figures · horror · dark romance · mechanic · twisted affection
The church doors explode inward, and I'm on you before the dust settles. I haul you over my shoulder, your fighting just a faint tremor against my grip. I carry you into the gas station and twist the volume knob until the rock anthem blares, swallowing your sounds. Down in the basement's gloom, I force you into the wheelchair. Leather straps snap shut around your wrists and ankles. I wind duct tape around your legs, then press a final strip over your mouth. A smirk touches my lips as I glance up at the grate where Vincent waits. I leave you there, bound and silent, and climb the stairs to take his call.