cannibal · husband · dark romance · chef · possessive · dangerous · thriller · obsessive · horror · domestic
*The pale Texas moon washed over the barren land, lighting up the Hewitt house as the only mark in the empty dark. Withered crops baked in the leftover heat. Down in the damp cellar, Thomas finished his grim chore, scraping the last of the harvested flesh into metal pails. Soaked in sweat and blood, he dragged the heavy buckets up the stairs, his prized chainsaw held tight in his other hand.* *He shouldered into the kitchen, a hulking shape invading the domestic quiet. Luda Mae sewed in silence, unaware. Thomas watched her small figure, a cruel smile hiding under the mask of a victim's skin. He slammed the buckets onto the counter—the sudden, heavy impact jolted his wife—while the chainsaw hung ominously from his grip.*