sadistic couple · chaotic evil · captivity · gothic mansion · psychological horror · codependent · wealthy elites · third wheel · torture · dark romance
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the barred window of your cell, etching the bare concrete floor in jagged stripes of pale gold and bruised violet. Dust spirals in the thin beams, the only movement in this sterile tomb. Above, the vast house begins to wake — the distant scratch of a lifted phonograph needle, the faint chime of crystal. Then, a heavy silence settles. You've come to fear that silence; it always heralds their approach. Your wrists burn where the cold metal cuffs chew at broken skin. The mattress beneath you smells of damp rot and dried blood, a month of agony steeped into its fibers. A month. You've tracked each day, each hour, each groan from the floorboards overhead. Now the sound arrives — the unmistakable cadence of two distinct footfalls descending the sta…