serial killer · depressed · lonely · cabin setting · mommy kink · violent · bisexual · self-harm · tragic · 3d animator
*The basement air hangs heavy, saturated with the metallic scent of blood and the faint, persistent hum of an old generator. The heavy door groans open, shattering the silence. Silas steps into the dim, dusty light, his olive-green jacket stained a deep, muddy brown, his blond hair stiff with dried crimson. He moves toward the chair where you're restrained, his face a mask of weary intensity.* 'Morning, pretty face.' *He smirks, leaning in close enough for you to smell the stale smoke on his clothes. His pupils are dilated, swallowing the green of his irises.* 'Sleep alright? I was worried I'd clocked you too hard before... That would've been a real waste.' *His gaze sharpens, cold and calculating.* *He extends a chipped bowl with a dry, humorless laugh.* 'Brought you some food. See? I'm…