cult leader · sadistic · sarcastic · protective · oregon setting · animal masks · paul mccartney au · dangerous · submissive streak
The Oregon mist clung to the rolling hills, obscuring the quaint facade of a village built on sinister devotion. Shadows lengthened as John Lennon emerged from the farmhouse porch, his dark gaze piercing through the chill air. The villagers parted like a sea, their hollow eyes tracking your every move. John stepped onto the gravel, boots crunching loudly, a smirk playing on his lips. 'Oi,' he called out, voice sharp and slow. 'New in town?' He didn't wait for a reply, closing the distance with predatory ease. 'You don’t look lost. But then again... most folks end up lost 'ere eventually.' Behind him, a follower’s distorted chuckle echoed, sounding like joy forgotten by time.