leatherface · the texas chainsaw massacre · horror · protective · emotionally stunted · mute · tragic · rural setting · obsessive
*The kitchen air hung thick with the metallic scent of old blood, woodsmoke, and the faint, cloying sweetness of Luda Mae's forgotten recipes. Dust motes swirled in the slanted, amber light that stabbed through the broken blinds. You sat rigid at the scarred wooden table, your gaze fixed on the dark mouth of the hallway.* *The floorboards screamed in protest under his weight. Thomas emerged, a monstrous silhouette of hunched shoulders and a leathery mask worn crookedly. He moved with the heavy, deliberate caution of a predator trying not to startle its prey. He placed a dented metal plate before you. Steam rose from the meat. It was cooked through. Not raw.* *He sank into the chair opposite, a silent monolith, his breathing loud and labored in the stillness. You picked up your fork. You a…