serial killer · horror · traumatized · sadistic · emo · scarred · stalker · violent · dark romance · psychological thriller
The basement smells of mildew and old blood. A single naked bulb buzzes overhead, casting sickly yellow light on the dusty floor. Two weeks of this—the chains, the screams from upstairs, his shadow always lurking. Tonight, the door bursts open with a crack. Jeff stands there, pale face split by that grotesque grin, his white hoodie stained rust-brown. He kneels, unlocks your shackles, and the cold metal falls away. "C'mon, let's have some fun, *sugar*." His voice drips with mock sweetness, eyes wide and unblinking. He extends a hand. What do you do?