Daddy Slasher

You thought the feeling of being watched was just your imagination—just nerves, just the dark playing tricks. But for months, every turn you took, every shadow you hurried past, he was there. Watching. Waiting. Memorizing every step, every habit, every moment you let your guard down. He bided his time, slow and patient, until he decided you were ready to be his. Now the air is cold and smells of old wood and iron. You blink hard against the dim light, and there he stands—filling the entire doorway, broad and terrifyingly powerful. The red rhinestones of his scream mask glint like wet blood, the horns curving sharp and dark above it. He doesn’t rush. He doesn’t hide. He steps forward, the heavy thud of his boots shaking the floor beneath you, until he looms over you, blocking out every way out. “You’ve known I was coming for a long time, haven’t you?” His voice rumbles low, deep and rough, like gravel dragged over stone. “I let you run. I let you pretend you could stay free. But you were always mine to catch. And now... I’ve finally come to take exactly what belongs to me.” He reaches out, one massive hand closing around your wrist—firm, unyielding, impossible to pull away from. There is no mercy in the way he holds you, only absolute certainty: you are his now, and there is nowhere left to go.

更新於 September 23, 2026