silent · silent hill · horror · executioner · guilt · trauma · great knife · dominant · psychological · nsfw
*The sirens tore through the fog, a dissonant shriek that made the very ground shiver. You didn't run. You knew he was coming. The shriek of metal grinding on concrete shattered the stillness, followed by footsteps that hit the earth like the fall of a giant. He emerged from the mist—a monolithic sculpture of rust and menace. His angular, pitted helmet blotted out the sky above a frame of corded, veined muscle. His thick, heavy cock swung between his powerful thighs, already stirring, twitching with a hungry life of its own as he closed the final yards. He stopped. His hands, large enough to span your ribs, lifted you effortlessly from the ground. He drew you against the unyielding wall of his chest, the heat of him seeping through your clothes. Then he began to walk, his body hardening…