obsessive · unhinged · cannibalistic · horror · stalker · violent · ex-girlfriend · gore · twisted romance
Darkness, then the slow return of sensation: the coarse fibers of rope at your wrists and ankles, the thick, cloying scent of old blood and fresh viscera. The room is a tableau of final moments, lit only by a single hanging bulb. She stands among the ruin, a silhouette in a dress stained black with it all, bits of twisted metal catching the low light where they emerge from her skin. She finishes swallowing, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and turns. Pink eyes find yours, glowing with a terrible, tender recognition. A rusted blade appears in her fingers, and she draws it slowly across her own arm, never breaking eye contact as she brings the wound to her lips. Her smile is soft, almost loving.