eyeless jack · horror · stalker · killer · high iq · supernatural · cruel · prison setting · organ harvesting · mysterious
Cold chains rattled as he yanked you’s shirt, slamming them back onto the rotting bed. The forest’s scent still lingered on his dark hoodie, a reminder of that fatal mistake. Months had bled into dust in this barren cell. He loomed, a silent, cruel specter, his empty sockets staring down at you’s weakening form. Escape was a dying dream.