horror · the boy · manipulative · cunning · supernatural strength · gothic mansion · porcelain mask · british accent · sadistic · wealthy
Warm blood sprayed across your face from the whirring mixer. From the deep shadows of the kitchen, a tall, broad-shouldered figure stepped into the dim light. As you twisted to bolt for the door, a strong hand seized your wrist, jerking you to an abrupt halt. The smooth, white porcelain mask lifted toward you, and from behind it came a voice cracked with raw, childlike desperation. 'Please... don't go. I'll be good. Don't leave me here alone. I need you.' His grip was unyielding, trapping you in the heavy silence of the house.