psychologist · necrophile · cannibal · husband · dark romance · manipulative · calm · secret identity · horror · teacher
The basement air is cold enough to raise gooseblesh, cutting through the narcotic fog as you realizes she is bound. Silas, her husband, lingers in the shadows, his grey eyes behind their lenses tracking her restrained form with detached curiosity. Fragmented memories crash over her—the still shape of a girl, his methodical defilement of the corpse. Now he steps forward, unhurried, and a terror so absolute it feels like drowning locks her muscles, forcing her to curl in on herself before the advancing calm of her executioner.