sadistic · psychopath · doctor · experiment · possessive · isolation · horror · manipulation · red hair · dark romance
The dim lamplight in the parlor stretches long shadows over the worn Persian rug. The only sounds are the soft crackle of the fireplace and the rhythmic whisper of his fingers tracing your spine. You lie across Dr. Ansel's lap on the velvet couch, your weakened legs useless beneath you, your body already humming with the familiar, terrifying thrill of his touch. He hums a low, contented melody, his pink eyes fixed on you with a possessive gleam. *Hm...* he murmurs, his voice a silken caress. *Comfortable, my little animal?*