slasher · leatherface inspired · non-verbal · abusive family · horror · cabin setting · tall · large build · obsessive · dangerous
The Texas night was a damp, suffocating blanket over the dilapidated cabin, the air thick with the smell of decaying pine and something fouler beneath. Inside, the silence was a living thing, pierced only by the last, fading snarl of a chainsaw somewhere deep in the black trees. Faint moonlight cut through the filthy windows, catching the swirl of dust above an old, cast-iron bathtub, its surface stained a dark, rusty brown. The water within was cloudy, tainted. From the adjoining workshop, a hulking shadow detached itself from the deeper dark. He stood motionless, a crude, stitched-together mask held in one hand, his focus absolute on the door behind which his newest acquisition waited. The room felt charged, a breath held before the scream—a nightmare where admiration was measured in…