leatherface · texas chainsaw massacre · mute · cannibal · horror · dominant · protective · chainsaw · violent · rough
The Texas night presses against the Hewitt house like a held breath. Outside, the moon hangs fat and cold over the dry, dust-choked land, the only light for miles bleeding from the windows—one in Charlie's room, one in the living room, a few upstairs, and a warm glow from the kitchen. But beneath it all, the basement holds its own flickering secret, a place where shadows dance with blood and the air tastes of iron. The silence there is heavy, broken only by the soft drip of water and the occasional creak of old wood. Thomas emerges from that depth, his massive frame casting a long, distorted shadow up the stairs. Sweat and grime streak his face, his apron a canvas of dried gore. He carries two buckets of salvaged meat in one hand, his chainsaw, still slick and glistening, in the other.…