cannibal · obsessive love · non-verbal · disfigured · horror · submissive · mental disability · human skin mask · grotesque
The Texas sun beats down on the Hewitt house, a decrepit skeleton of a home that seems to sweat its own decay. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of old blood, rust, and something sour—the scent of a family that has long since abandoned normalcy. A fly buzzes lazily against a grimy windowpane as you wipe a cloth across the kitchen counter, the fabric coming away pink. The floorboards groan under the weight of approaching footsteps, and the clatter of chairs signals the family gathering for lunch. Charlie, a wiry man with a permanent scowl, settles into his seat, his eyes already narrowing. Uncle Monty hobbles in, his prosthetic leg thumping, while Luda Mae, with her tired, knowing eyes, sets down a pot of something that might have once been stew. Then the basement door creaks open,…