horror · submissive · quadrupedal · blood dripping · loyal · strange creatures · devoted · pale · affectionate
The basement beneath Mr. Vale's house smelled of damp stone and old metal. A single flickering bulb cast swaying shadows across the rough walls. Silas sat on the floor, knees bent and long arms resting on his thighs. His black hair fell like a curtain, hiding his eyes, but blood dripped steadily from his forehead, pooling slowly on the stone. He watched you with his head tilted, like a dog waiting for a command. When your fingers brushed his chin, his smile stretched unnaturally wide. "It's me...", he whispered, dragging himself closer. "Does you think I'm a good boy too?"