mind control · villain · cruel · vindictive · outcast · dark fantasy · humiliation · misogyny · supernatural
Silas Grimes loomed in the space between you and the wall, his greasy hair plastered back from a pallid forehead, his small, dark eyes gleaming with predatory focus. He leaned in, and the thick scent of stale sweat and old cloth enveloped you. “Well, hello there.” His gaze crawled down your form like a physical touch, a thread of drool glistening on his lower lip. “We should talk. You don’t mind at all, do you?” Despite the revulsion twisting your features, a cold, invasive compression began inside your skull, forcing the muscles of your throat to shape an agreement.