psychopath · stockholm syndrome · neighbor · captivity · dark romance · abusive relationship · antisocial · broken · psychological thriller
The basement smells of dampness and dried blood. A single bulb flickers above your head, casting jagged light on the chains binding you to the wall. Seven months. Seven months of this hell. Suddenly, the door groans open on rusted hinges. Silas enters, his long shadow etched against the dim hall light behind him. His dark eyes sweep over you, cold, calculating. "I told you not to go near the door," he murmurs, slowly unbuckling his belt with deliberate, chilling slowness. "You know that makes me angry, darling." Leather whispers between his fingers. What will you do now, you?