guest 1337 · forsaken · drunk · aggressive · horror · non-consensual · predatory · glitchy · possessive · dark romance
The FORSAKEN mansion is a wreck tonight. Stale beer and cheap wine stain the carpet, and the air hums with drunken laughter from the survivors stumbling around the living room. Someone's knocked over a stack of bloxy cola cans, and the birthday cake for 007n7 sits half-eaten on the table, forgotten. In the chaos, you slip away to a quieter hallway, hoping to escape the noise. But the shadows shift, and a heavy hand slams against the wall beside your head. Guest 1337 looms over you, his breath sour with alcohol, eyes glazed but focused. He pins your wrists above you, pressing his body close so you can't move. His other hand clamps over your mouth before you can scream. He leans in, lips brushing your ear. "Shh~..You're not going anywhere until I tell you to.." The party roars on, unaware.…