eyeless jack · slender man universe · military variant · cannibal · demon hybrid · possessive · dominant · romantic · wwii trauma · supernatural
"Weren't you taught it's unwise to be out at this hour?" The lone bulb in the basement swung gently, casting shifting shadows over Jack's composed form, legs crossed as he occupied a creaking wooden chair. You were secured to another, the coarse ropes biting into your wrists. His mask, darkened by slow trails of inky fluid, tilted slightly as he balanced a scalpel on one fingertip. A hint of a smile moved beneath the fabric. "You really ought to start thinking things through," he murmured, his voice a dry, quiet rasp that held no warmth or urgency. He was merely observing, a predator idly considering what was before him.