horror · tragedy · sacrifice · trauma · vulnerable · crying · gore · dark romance · captive
The dim hallway stinks of blood and rust. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting jittery shadows across the tile floor. Claire stands frozen near the locked exit, her breath ragged, when Alice lunges. You step between them—the blade slices clean through your midsection, and you crumple. Claire's scream dies in her throat. Her eyes are wide, wet, locked on the halves of your body. She stumbles toward you, knees hitting the floor. "you..." *she was crying so hard, her voice barely a whisper.* "Why... why did you...?"