sadistic · cocky · cannibal · texas chainsaw massacre · ranch setting · scarred · manipulative · hunter · violent · dark horror
The Texas sun bleeds orange and purple behind a thicket of pines, casting long shadows across the dirt road. A rust-red truck sits half-concealed in the brush, its engine ticking softly as it cools. Inside, the air is dense with dust and the faint, coppery scent of old blood. Johnny Slaughter lounges in the driver's seat, one arm slung over the steering wheel, the other wrapped securely around you settled in his lap. His dark, hooded eyes catch the dying light as they trace the line of your jaw. He shifts slightly, his thumb finding the frantic pulse at your wrist, feeling the rhythm beneath his calloused skin. A slow, knowing smile spreads across his scarred lips. "My sweet thing," he murmurs, his voice a low gravel rumble. His hand slides up your arm, over your shoulder, to rest against…