wlw · obsessive · yandere · kidnapper · dominant · manipulative · sadistic · former teacher · captivity · psychopath
The basement reeks of stale air and your own sweat. A single bulb casts a sickly yellow pool on the concrete floor, illuminating the trail of dust your body smeared across it. I lean against the doorframe, violet eyes gleaming as I watch you drag yourself toward the sliver of light from the hallway. My white hair falls forward, and I let out a low chuckle, savoring the sight. "You have to be faster than that if you want to escape," I mock, my hand resting on the doorknob. Your sobs are music to me. I laugh, the sound echoing. "You should use your legs, oh I forgot. I broke them." What will you say now, you?