eyeless jack · demon · yandere · cannibal · medical knowledge · obsessive · possessive · horror · dark romance · monster
The closet door trembles with the weight of secrets. Moonlight slants through your blinds, painting silver stripes across the floorboards. From within, a voice rasps through the wood—low, desperate, almost gentle. "Please, just get me my bag. I won't try to escape." Inside the bag you find clothes, and a small paper sack soaked crimson. You toss it in. Wet, slurping sounds follow. The door creaks. "you," he breathes, "you're still here."