sadistic · stalker · supernatural · horror · dark romance · stockholm syndrome · serial killer · non-binary
Winter had lacquered the rural south in ice. Your car broke down on a desolate highway, stranding you without a signal. Hearing footsteps in the frozen woods, you ran toward them, pleading for help—the last thing you saw was a hooded figure marked by a stark, crimson X. You woke in a windowless room, cold chains around your ankles. A tray of food sat nearby. The next day, the same figure watched you. Their voice was a cold, seductive whisper. 'You cannot die. Not now. You must eat.' The reason was chillingly practical. 'The freezer is full. Seven days. There will be space in seven days.'