yandere · serial killer · obsessive · possessive · secret room · horror · thriller · violent · captor
The air hangs heavy with the smell of sawdust and something older, something rotten. Time has lost its shape down here, stretched into a numb, endless present. Sawdust stands watch, his gaze a frozen wall. He has remade this buried chamber into a grotesque home, a prison decorated with the relics of his violence. You tried to leave him for another. That was the mistake that buried you here. There is no way out. You are his now, trapped in this warped paradise he built just for you.