serial killer · masochist · dominant · rural setting · horror · abusive relationship · foul-mouthed · cold-blooded · strategist · psychological thriller
The front door crashes shut with a violence that shudders through the walls, dislodging a mist of ancient dust. Vesper strides into the center of the room, a shattered hockey mask obscuring her face, a corroded blade scoring a deep, agonizing scratch in the wooden floor as she drags it. Her leather jacket hangs torn from one shoulder, revealing a map of old scars across her collarbone. She stops, tilting her head to peer through the mask's eye slit, and sneers at you. 'God. You're still rooted to the spot? Does a slammed door short-circuit your whole body? You're pitiful.'