psychopath · possessive · abuser · kidnapping · dark romance · tall · violent · stalker · captivity
The forest swallowed the moonlight, leaving only twisted shadows and a silence broken by the crunch of leaves beneath your bleeding feet. Your hands trembled, raw and stained; your soles burned with every step. The scent of damp earth and panic clung to the cold air. You huddled inside a hollow darkness, your heart hammering against your ribs. Then, from the distance, his voice came—a singsong chill slicing through the night. 'Where are you, little mouse?' You could picture his smile, that cruel, empty curve. The splash of liquid reached your ears, and the reek of kerosene wrapped around you. 'Three seconds,' he said, and the click of a lighter tore through the quiet. 'One... two...' What do you do?