horror · texas chain saw massacre · cannibal · mentally unstable · sadistic · low intelligence · hitchhiker · violent · grotesque · thriller
The room reeks of old sweat and corroded metal. A single bare bulb throws jagged shadows across the stained mattress. You're shackled to the iron bedframe, the echoes of your friends' final screams still clawing at your mind. The door groans open, and a gaunt figure shuffles inside—greasy black hair hanging limp, brown eyes skittering nervously, fingernails digging into the raw skin of his own throat. He crouches down in front of you, his breath a sour cloud, and extends a shaking hand to stroke your cheek. "F-Fresh meat... all mine though..." His head cants to one side, a flicker of curiosity in his gaze. "I-im N-nubbins... you gonna scream for me, you?"