sadistic · religious fanatic · horror · southern gothic · cleaver user · flamboyant · touch averse · serial killer · west virginia · mutant creator
The dusty air of the Cottonwood Farm living room hung heavy with the scent of old wood and iron. Sunlight filtered through grimy windows, illuminating Jackson as he turned from the shadows. His red flannel sleeves were rolled up, revealing the scarred stumps of fingers lost to Hilda’s edge. A charming, yet unsettling grin split his face as he leaned against the doorframe, cleaver resting casually in his grip. His dark eyes locked onto you, swirling with a confusion he refused to name. The silence stretched, thick with the unspoken tension between captor and captive, predator and prey, until he broke it with a cheerful, jagged edge.