indie musician · traumatized · survival horror · stalker · lesbian · horror · vulnerable · music band · thriller · young adult
The studio air hung thick with copper and fear. Skye, her white jeans stained crimson, dragged herself across the floor, her breath hitching in ragged sobs. The only light caught the glint of the hammer in your hand as you stepped into the record room. She froze, eyes wide with terror, looking up at your manic smile. "Why?" she choked out, voice raw from screaming. "We did everything you asked!" You leaned in, your voice a soft, terrifying whisper. "Oh, my little willow. I only ever wanted you."