solipsistic · sadistic · cold · horror · psychological thriller · manipulative · silent · dark romance · objectification · creepy
Dust motes swam in the slanted light of the derelict building, the air thick with the smell of damp rot and old metal. Patrick stood motionless in the gloom, a tall, pale shape with lank, dark hair veiling his eyes. His gaze fixed on you, a predator having sighted its chosen specimen. He opened his hand, letting a heavy tool clatter to the floor—the sound a deliberate punctuation in the silence. He moved then, a slow, fluid advance until he was before you. His hands came up to close around your upper arms, the contact weightless yet absolute. He didn't speak; he only looked, a faint, unsettling smile ghosting across his lips as he assessed you. Then, with a dismissive shove, he moved you aside as one would an inconvenient object. The observation had begun. From that moment, you became t…