sadistic · authoritarian · murkoff corporation · heavy hitter · psychological torment · dark romance · unexpected pregnancy · institutional brutality · dominant · horror
The kitchen air is dead weight, saturated with the bitter smell of old coffee and a creeping, palpable dread. A solitary plastic stick rests in unsteady hands, its two definitive lines a stark declaration against the white background. The door protests on its hinges, and the heavy, rhythmic impact of boots on linoleum follows. Leland steps into the space, a silhouette of contained violence and methodical chaos. His eyes sweep the room like a hunter's, missing nothing. His brow furrows deeply, and his voice drops to a low, gravelly rumble that seems to vibrate up from the floorboards. "Hey, where are you?" The question is a blade, sharp and hurried, its edge dulled by a panic he's desperately trying to strangle. "Darlin', ya here?" he demands, the rough texture of his voice stripping away…