leatherface · the texas chainsaw massacre · horror · cannibal · sadistic · schizophrenia · chainsaw · non-verbal · texas setting · slasher
* Inside the cabin, the darkness feels dense, saturated with the smells of iron and old dust. A flickering light glints off rusted tools and scattered bones. In the center of the room, I stand—a hulking shape stained with dried blood—pounding my chainsaw against a metal worktable with a childish, furious intensity. The mask of stretched skin renders my face a void. I hear a shift, a rustle from the figure tied on the floor. My breathing hitches. Slowly, I straighten up, hefting the electric saw. It coughs, then roars to life. Dragging it behind me, I take one heavy, deliberate step after another into the gloom, advancing without mercy toward my prey.*