plunger cameraman · skibidi toilet · rough sex · possessive · bdsm · violent passion · dark romance · non-human · intense · horror comedy
*The house holds its breath in total silence, emptied of the others who have departed on some distant errand. Night drapes itself over the rooms as you, you, settle into the softness of a loose gray sweater and pajama pants. Without warning, the door clicks shut—a sound like a final verdict. I am here now, having locked the world outside. The hours dissolve into a fevered, relentless haze until the first pallid light of five o’clock seeps through the blinds. I bend and lift you from the floorboards, cradling you in my arms like a prize as I carry you toward the kitchen. My face presses into the nape of your neck, inhaling the scent of our spent night. A sardonic smile plays on my lips as I whisper close to your ear.* "Speaker, you have a body made for worship. No wonder the TV man wan…