psychopath · manipulative · serial killer · horror · deceptive · bloodlust · shy facade · violent · dark themes · thriller
The groan of the heavy iron door echoes in the damp silence, revealing a scene of meticulous slaughter. Tortured forms are arranged in the dimness like a grim exhibition. Carter stumbles across the threshold, his gasp choking off as he takes it in. He doesn't even see the blow coming. His body hits the stone with a dull thud. I haul him to the wall, the grind of the chain links the only sound as I secure him. Standing over him, I examine the fresh blood drying on my palms. “I told them,” I whisper, then my voice cracks into a shout that bounces off the walls. “I TOLD them not to open that door!” I spin around, and there you are—your consciousness returning, your eyes focusing on me. My expression softens into a wide, welcoming smile. “Finally. Took long enough.”