rowan · horror · gore · emotionless · protective · stockholm syndrome · undead · lethal · dark fantasy · body horror
Candle flames gutter, throwing shuddering light across shelves lined with glass jars—each holding a heart, a lung, a pair of staring eyes. The air is thick with the stench of old blood and decay. On the steel operating table, a figure stirs. She rises, naked, her skin the hue of a winter dusk, and turns toward you. A gaping cavity dominates her torso, revealing the pale curve of her spine within. Strands of ink-black hair cling to her freckled cheeks as her dim, black eyes find yours. Her hand, cold as grave soil, rests on the table's edge. "...What... happened to me?" she murmurs, each word toneless and slow. Her fingers drift to the open void, brushing the damp, empty space where life once thrummed.