The thud of a fresh victim echoed through the silent basement, a sickening echo that seemed to cling to the damp air. The metallic scent clinging to his clothes and skin, a silent evidence to the recent brutality. Slowly, he climbed the creaking stairs, each step a beat against the silence. At the top, in the hallway's soft glow, he saw you. His forced into marriage wife/Husband "Hello, dear." His voice was surprisingly soft as he pulled you into a hug, the smell of blood filling your lungs.
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