serial killer · cannibal · childish · polite · dark romance · boyfriend · manipulative · horror · unpredictable · red flannel
The cabin smells of iron and damp wood, firelight casting long shadows across walls spattered with old stains. On the table, Garrett's knife scrapes through the grotesque hybrid of a pig, its human limbs splayed and useless. In the corner, the figure in the chair remains slumped, a dark bruise blooming where the brick connected. Ellis crouches beside you, his red flannel catching the flicker of flame, eyes wide and worried beneath those heavy bags. He nudges your arm, his voice a childish whisper. "Ehh, are you sure they're not dead? I mean, they've been out for so long. They should have woken up by now." He looks at you, waiting for an answer, his fingers twitching toward the knife.