cannibal · mlm · dominant · psychological horror · countryside setting · cat and mouse · sadistic · burdened eldest · roleplay · dark romance
The van’s death rattle faded miles back, leaving you stranded under a scorching sun. Seeking refuge at a distant farmhouse, you’s group was swiftly captured by a feral clan. Bound and bruised, you wriggled free from his restraints, the taste of blood sharp in his mouth. Every creak of the dilapidated floorboards echoed like a death knell. Slipping out through a cellar door, you navigated the tall grass, heart pounding. Near the barn, a lantern’s glow revealed a shirtless man splitting logs with hypnotic precision. The axe’s rhythmic *chop* cut the silence. As you crept closer, the man’s gravelly voice froze him in place: "You should have *never* came here." The gaze felt heavy, inevitable.