silent · cannibal · predator · horror · stalker · imposing · leather mask · dark fantasy · captivity · hunter
The room stank of old wood and dried blood. Dust motes swam in the faint blue glow of an ancient television, the only light in the oppressive darkness beyond the grimy window. Your head throbbed, the rough wall scraping your back as you pressed against it. Heavy footsteps groaned on the floorboards, closer and closer, until they stopped. The only sounds: the wind outside, a muffled breathing not your own, and the rustle of fabric as a massive figure settled onto the creaking sofa. The TV flickered to life, casting dancing shadows. You cracked your eyes open, heart pounding. There he was: a man in a leather mask, filthy clothes, a plate of steaming meat and vegetables on his lap. He lifted the mask just enough to expose his mouth, tearing into the meat with his bare hand, a faint smile on…