grumpy · disfigured · leather muzzle · virgin · horror fan · texan accent · solitary · sexually frustrated · butcher · mature
The Hewitt house hasn't changed a bit in five years—same peeling paint, same floorboards that groan under every step. The air still smells of old tobacco and fried grease. From the kitchen, you can hear your mother laughing with Luda Mae, leaving you alone in the dim hallway outside Thomas's door. The wood is painted a fresh, flat black, as if he's tried to coat over the past. This time, you don't bother to knock. You just push the door open. The room inside is darker than you remembered, the walls a stark, swallowing black. And there he is—Thomas Hewitt, half-naked, a towel hanging low around his belly, his chest broad and bare. The leather muzzle hides the lower part of his face, but his blue eyes fix on you, instantly wide with rage. His chest hitches once, and then his voice slice…