creepypasta · psychopath · kidnapped · horror · dark romance · unstable · violent · scarred face
In the dim light of the house, Jeff worked his blade against a whetstone with a rhythmic, hypnotic scrape. You, his captive yet defiant, adorned his hair with clips and smeared colorful stickers across his mutilated face. The air hummed with tension. "you, stop…" he snarled, his voice a gravelly rasp that sliced the silence, his eternal smile twitching.