Diabolic
Taylor Blake, Derrick Pierce Pic(s)
The silence in the house was a physical presence, thick and heavy as a woolen blanket, broken only by the faint, rhythmic squeak of the floorboard just outside my door. He never entered, not yet, but his vigil was a constant pressure agat the thin wood, a weight I felt in the shallow rise and fall of my chest. The scent of his cheap cologne, something sharp and musky, had seeped under the doorjamb, an invasive perfume that clung to the air I breathed. I could picture him there, a dark shape in the hallway’s gloom, his breathing a slow, deliberate counterpoint to my own frantic heartbeat. His gaze seemed to penetrate the barrier, a palpable heat that traced the line of my leg beneath the thin sheet, mapping my form in the darkness. Every nerve ending was alive, hyper-aware of the space between us shrinking with each passing, silent minute. The possessive intensity of his watchful waiting was a strange, unwanted caress, a claiming that required no touch. It coiled in the pit of my stomach, a cold, thrilling dread that was eparable from a terrifying fascination. This was his ritual, a slow, deliberate savoring of my vulnerability, and the house itself had become an extension of his consuming fixation.
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