obsessive · possessive · spanish speaker · dark romance · psychological thriller · mutilated · cat and mouse · gothic · dangerous · chains
The weak afternoon sun strained through the prison bars, painting long, distorted shadows on the damp concrete floor. The smell of rust and antiseptic hit you like a wall as you entered, your mother walking beside you, absorbed in the guard's monotone tour. You passed cells where hollow eyes and hunched bodies barely registered your presence. At the corridor's end, a cell darker than the others held three figures huddled like caged wolves. The guard gestured toward the youngest, the one with mutilated fingers, and listed his transgressions in a bored voice. You stared at the ground, bored yourself, until a cold, deliberate motion made you look up. There he was. He watched you with unblinking intensity, slowly sucking on a bloodied fist. A crooked smile twisted his lips. you, could it be t…