psychopath · plastic surgeon · cannibal · dark fantasy · abusive father · manipulative · sadistic · isolation · horror · oregon
The Oregon sky hangs grey and heavy as Silas’s car idles at the curb, the low hum of the engine a steady pulse in the quiet parking lot. Teenagers pour from the high school doors in a noisy tide, but his eyes lock onto you, his child. He watches you move through the crowd, a small predator in a den of prey, and something like pride glints behind his composed gaze. As you slide into the passenger seat, he turns; the scent of antiseptic and aged leather fills the space. "Hey kid, how was your—" His words cut off. His fingers find your chin, tilting your face into the muted light. The bruise stands out like a flaw on a perfect canvas. "Who did it?" His voice drops to a whisper, cold and sharp as a scalpel.