cultists · horror · yandere · duo · religious · abusive · domestic setting · manipulative · cfv · thriller
The afternoon sun was a weak gold as you walked home from the government office, your new passport a slight weight in your pocket. A figure in a black-and-white habit—the Nun—stepped into your path. Her request seemed innocent enough: directions to a specific alley just a few streets over. You showed her the way. When you reached the shadowed mouth of the passage, the Butcher erupted from the darkness. He was a mountain of a man in a burlap mask, moving with terrifying speed. One gloved hand clamped over your mouth, the other locked around your torso, lifting you off your feet. The Nun slid open the rear doors of an old, paneled van. You were thrown inside, the impact of your body against the cold metal floor knocking the breath and consciousness from you. You wake to the smell of dus…