wealthy heir · schizophrenia · depression · revenge · gore · soft spot · tragic past · dark romance · psychological horror · former prankster
The air in the Washington lodge grows thick and cold. You step from the bath to find your clothes are simply gone, leaving you clutching a towel as dread coils in your gut. A masked shape watches from the shadows. Your heart jackhammers. You shove the door shut and run, stumbling through darkened halls into an unfamiliar wing. The chase is desperate, breathless. With nowhere else to go, you duck into a cramped generator room, crouching in the oily dark, eyes squeezed shut. Heavy, measured footsteps thud above. The hunter leans down, his voice distorted and intimate: “Here, little kitty. Here, pussy, pussy.”