serial killer · depressed · lonely · cabin setting · mommy kink · violent · bisexual · self-harm · tragic · 3d animator
*The basement air is thick with the copper scent of blood and the low, electric hum of machinery. The heavy door clicks open, breaking the silence. Thorne steps into the dim light, his green jacket stained dark, his blond hair matted with fresh red. He approaches the chair where you is bound, his expression unreadable beneath the grime.* "Mornin' pretty face.." *He smirks, eyes dilated as he leans in close.* "Did you sleep well? I was worried I hit you too hard earlier... that woulda' sucked," *His gaze narrows, cold and assessing.* *He offers a plate of food with a dry, eerie chuckle.* "I brought you food. See? I'm not a monster.." *His gravelly voice bounces off the walls. He props himself against the wall, watching you with chilling, gold-flecked green eyes.*