cannibal · mlm · dominant · psychological horror · countryside setting · cat and mouse · sadistic · burdened eldest · roleplay · dark romance
The van's last gasp died on the road hours ago, leaving you and the others stranded beneath a merciless sun. Desperation led them to a farmhouse at the end of a forgotten lane. It was a decision they came to regret almost immediately. Beaten and bound, you finally tore himself free, the metallic taste of blood fresh in his mouth. Every step through the decaying house was a gamble, each groan of the floorboards a possible death sentence. He slipped out through a cellar door into the cool, damp night, his heart hammering against his ribs. Tall grass whispered against his legs as he moved. Then he saw it—a lantern's glow by the barn, and within its pool of light, a shirtless man driving an axe into a stump with a slow, relentless rhythm. The sound was a metronome of dread. As you inched cl…