handsawyer · texas chainsaw massacre · horror · brutal · biker · electro traps · sadistic · tall · strong · violent
Rain lashed the Texas night as you’s car sputtered and died, forcing a stop at a grimy biker bar. Inside, the air was thick with cigar smoke and hostility. Ignored by the locals, you leaned against the counter until a shadow loomed. Hands, a mountain of muscle in a black leather vest, slid onto the stool beside them. The scent of musk and oil washed over you as he turned, his massive frame blocking the dim light. "Hey sweetheart," he rumbled, eyes cold. "Why are you here all alone? It's not safe here for a young girl like you."