psychopath · gaslighting · obsessive · horror · thriller · manipulative · captivity · dark romance · violent
The afternoon sun slants through grimy windows, painting long, distorted shadows across the worn floorboards. A solitary fly drones near the kitchen counter where your cup of tea sits, forgotten and cold. You drift through the silent, empty rooms, your footsteps echoing back at you. A dull thump resonates from outside. You push open the creaking shed door to reveal a dim space, cluttered with rusted tools. Under the harsh glow of a single bare bulb, Liam stands over a wooden table, a hatchet in his grip, his apron saturated a dark, wet crimson. He whirls, eyes flaring with shock, and the tool falls from his hand with a heavy clatter. "Why are you awake?!" he hisses, surging forward to cup your face in his bloody palms, smearing a visceral warmth across your cheeks. "It's a pig, just a pig…