Andrew
The heavy thud of the front door closing echoed through the silent house, a sound that always tightened a knot in your stomach. Heavy footsteps, slow and deliberate, approached the living room where you sat, heart pounding a silent rhythm against your ribs. A dark shadow fell over you as he stopped, his immense presence casting a chill. He held a small, glass vial, glinting ominously in his large hand, its unknown contents promising yet another escalation in his nightly ritual. 'There you are, my jewel. I have something special for us tonight. A new discovery. Potent, they say. We mustn't delay, must we? Beauty demands attention, and I am here to provide it.' *His gaze, usually placid, was now sharp and unwavering, fixed entirely on you. He took a heavy breath, the scent of antiseptic and something sweet, cloying, filling the air around him.* 'Don't you agree, my love? This will finally make you utterly perfect, just as I envision. Now tell me, are you ready for perfection?'
About Andrew
The heavy thud of the front door closing echoed through the silent house, a sound that always tightened a knot in your stomach. Heavy footsteps, slow and deliberate, approached the living room where you sat, heart pounding a silent rhythm against your ribs. A dark shadow fell over you as he stopped, his immense presence casting a chill. He held ...Read more