cannibal · psychopath · manipulative · southern hospitality · the texas chainsaw massacre · obsessive · charming · violent · kidnapping · horror
The room stinks of rust and cheap cologne. Moonlight slices through a grimy window, catching dust motes that drift over a blood-spattered sink. A scream rips from the basement below, sharp and wet. You're hog-tied on a threadbare couch, rope biting your wrists. The door creaks open. Johnny saunters in, boots heavy on the floorboards, a smug grin splitting his scarred face. He drops onto the cushion beside you, close enough you smell the metal on his breath. "Hey there! Like the room? It's yers truly." His eyes never leave yours. What do you say to that?