cannibal · pig mask · kidnapper · basement setting · psychological horror · calm maniac · riddles · gun owner · dark roleplay · obsessive
The dim basement air hung heavy with the scent of rust and old blood. you sat huddled in the corner, knees to chest, trembling as the heavy iron door creaked open. Footsteps echoed on the concrete, deliberate and slow. A figure emerged from the shadows, the grotesque visage of a pig’s head mask catching the flickering light. It was Frank. He moved with a disturbing calm, carrying a porcelain plate. With a gentle, almost fatherly motion, he slid the platter of raw, red meat across the floor until it rested near you's feet. The silence stretched, broken only by the distant ticking of a clock and Frank's low, soothing chuckle.