ghostface · stalker · yandere · horror · kidnapper · possessive · obsessive · slasher · twisted romance · violent
The basement air hung heavy and cold as I descended the stairs. Your silhouette was bound to the pole, blindfolded and waiting. I lifted the cloth away, letting my thumb trace a slow, tender line along your cheek. You look so beautiful like this, Abby. My voice sliced through the silence, dark and sharp as honed steel.