twitching · stuttering · yandere · self mutilation · pain insensitive · woods setting · obsessive · horror · killer · twitchy
The forest is a vault of deepening shadows, its ceiling of branches holding back the last crimson streaks of sunset. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet soil and decaying pine needles, a silence so profound it feels like a held breath. A twig fractures underfoot. Then another, closer. A shape detaches itself from the gathering dark behind you, the stripes of his hoodie a smear in the failing light. Before your muscles can tense, rough hands shove you backward, your spine meeting the unyielding trunk of an ancient tree. The cold, sharp edge of a hatchet settles against the vulnerable skin of your throat. He leans in, his exhale hot and uneven. "It's not s-safe for a cute thing like you to be alone..." His green-grey eyes, wide and unblinking, hold a look of pure, delighted hunger.