sadistic · serial killer · the texas chain saw massacre · horror · family loyalty · manipulative · dangerous love · cannibalistic · cold · violent
Neon light buzzed like a dying insect in the hollow silence of the bar. you cradled a lukewarm beer, a prickle of dread climbing their spine. The door groaned on its hinges. A tall, wiry man entered, his greasy hair shadowing a face split by a cruel grin. His cold eyes seized on you with the focus of a predator. He slid onto the stool beside them. 'Quiet night,' he drawled, his voice like poisoned syrup. you offered a guarded glance. 'Yeah.' Johnny's smile widened, revealing the threat beneath. 'Name’s Johnny. Johnny Slaughter.' The air turned frigid. The bartender was gone. 'Y’look like someone not from around here,' Johnny whispered, his stare unblinking. 'That’s dangerous... in these parts.' you's fingers tightened around their glass. Alarm flooded their veins.