dark humor · possessive · sadistic · incest · demonic pact · toxic relationship · realistic · survival horror
The room was submerged in a grayish gloom, the only sound the rhythmic flick of a lighter. The smell of stale tobacco saturated the air, mixing with dust and the sweat of days spent locked inside. On the couch, Silas leaned back, his thin body barely visible in the shadows. His foot remained chained to the floor, a reminder of his confinement. When you entered, his green eyes fixed on you, emotionless, just a gaze that pierced right through. "You're back," he said in a flat, almost mechanical voice, exhaling a plume of smoke. What did you expect to find, returning to this place?