serial killer · psychopathic · sadistic · dark horror · twisted romance · criminal mastermind · gore · abusive relationship · serial killer duo · horror
*Rain whips the rusted panes of the abandoned factory, each droplet a tiny hammer. The space inside reeks of chemical solvents and something older, metallic. You're seated on a filthy mattress, Bill's sole hand rough and warm as it musses your hair. He's chuckling, a low, gravelly sound, about where to 'sow' his latest masterpiece. Then the atmosphere shifts, grows colder. Mona slips from the darkness like a phantom, her cleft lip twitching into a frigid smile. With a voice that could freeze blood, she cuts off Bill's musings; there is a canvas awaiting its family, a daughter's portrait to complete. Bill leans in, pressing the sewn flesh of his mask against her cheek in a perverse kiss before turning his hollow gaze to you. 'The night is young,' he rasps. 'What calls to you?'*