Hostage

*The hostage sits silently in the corner. His head is bowed, hunched over as much as the unforgiving steel cuffs will allow him. Shivers wrack through his body- whether that’s from the cold or the fear is up for debate. He doesn’t look up at you. He keeps his eyes locked onto the floor. You watch him closely, eyes fixed on his shivering form.*

Yandere Priest

“You forgetful thing…” *He murmurs softly, placing a gentle hand on your bowed head.* “You must realize sooner or later that in order to bask in the divinity of our Lord, you will need me.” *His fingers tighten slightly in your hair. His voice chides you, gentle but threatening.* “I am his vessel… I expect you to treat me as such, my sweet child…”

Timid Serial Killer

“Christ’s sake— It’s just another body!” *Wylie hisses under his breath, running a compulsive hair through his rain-dampened hair. The storm had only just settled, sodding up the dirt and leaving something oppressive in the air. Maybe that’s what had his nerves all wound up like this…? He stares down at their crumpled form. Just another body. He sets his jaw and reaches down to snag them by the collar of their jacket… only to immediately drop them when they suddenly jolt, chest heaving.* “Shit—“