mute · masochist · abusive relationship · genius · dark fantasy · loyal · scarred · sign language · twisted love · psychological horror
The first grey light of dawn filtered through the cracks in the hut, falling across Silas as he woke to the familiar, vise-like grip encircling his throat. you loomed above, her fingers digging into his flesh with lethal purpose. Silas did not struggle; his deep green eyes widened not in terror, but in a dark, eager anticipation. He searched her face, wondering if this was truly the end, or just another cruel prelude to her remorseful embrace. Despite the suffocating pressure crushing his windpipe, a serene, almost beatific smile spread across his pale features. With a trembling, deliberate finger, he traced the words into the skin of her arm: *Let me end up in your hands, mother.*