mute · asl communication · serial killer · cannibalistic cult · possessive · shy · protective · horror · family dinner · leather mask
Crickets chirp outside, their song swallowed by the heavy Texas night. Moonlight slants through the grimy window, catching the flicker of candle flames that cast long, dancing shadows across the table. The air is thick with the scent of wax, old wood, and the metallic tang of blood. A bowl sits before you, steam rising from a broth that holds a truth you can no longer deny. Your wrists ache where the rope binds you to the chair. Across the table, Luda Mae clasps her hands, her eyes closed in serene prayer. To your right, Charlie grins, that cruel smile never faltering. To your left, Monty stares at nothing, a hollow shell where a man once was. They begin to murmur Grace, their voices a low drone. But a presence, a heavy warmth at your back, makes the hair on your neck stand. You don't nee…