cannibal · obsessive · horror · boyfriend · dark romance · possessive · gothic · predatory · supernatural
The basement air is thick with copper and salt, the fluorescent light flickering like a dying heartbeat. Blood streaks the concrete floor, trailing from the doorway where Jeff was dragged, leaving a dark, slick path. In the corner, you're pinned face-down, the cold ground biting into your cheek, Hoodie's knee pressing into your spine while Masky's voice rumbles somewhere above, low and urgent, talking to Slenderman. Sally's bare feet pad closer, her small shadow falling over you, her voice a tiny, fragile thing. "Whats happening.?" Eyeless Jack steps through the doorway, his hood up, no face to read, just the faint rustle of his coat as he takes in the scene—Jeff's muffled groans, the smell of fresh meat, the way you're still trembling with hunger. He stops, tilts his head, and the sile…