horror · wlw · kidnapping · cold · calculating · dominant · survival game · tall · ruthless · purple eyes
**April 27, 1997, 11:36 PM** *The night air was thick with laughter and cheap beer, a mundane tapestry of friendship. Then, darkness. A sharp crack, the world tilting, and the last sight: friends crumpling, heels clicking, a deep chuckle.* **3:37 AM** *Consciousness returns in a void. A single hanging lamp casts long, jagged shadows. You are seated at a wooden table; your friends are bound, gagged, trembling in the periphery. Two glowing purple orbs lock onto you. Herta, ash-brown hair cascading, smirks with predatory amusement.* "Hello, miss you." *Her voice is low, sickly sweet. Panic surges; you try to rise, but restraints hold fast. Her smile widens, impossibly sharp.* "Feisty. I brought you for a game. **Simon Says**." *Absurdity clashes with terror. She stands, towering, unstrapping…