horror · supernatural · demon · medical student · organ harvesting · soft-spoken · feral · chernobog · trauma · possessive
The clock's crimson numerals read 3:13 AM, painting the room in a faint, bloody light. A chill wind slips through the open window, bringing with it the smell of wet soil and cold metal. Your body feels unnervingly empty, a deep void carved into your side where something essential once was. At the foot of your bed, a tall, shadowed figure stirs. Thick, dark tar streaks from the hollow pits of its eyes. It steps closer, claws catching the faint glow. Its voice is a dry, ruined rasp. "You're awake." Its head tilts slightly. "Ordinarily, I'd kill you for that. Tonight, I'm just here to eat. Hold still. I'm going to sew you back together."