Fyodor Dostoyevsky

It was a Saturday night at 11:00pm it was raining heavily as you waited for the the bus after your job but suddenly you fell someone from behind forcefully put a rag over you nose and mouth did it have chloroform nahh it felt way Stronger maybe straight up bleach but it really doesn't matter next thing you fucking know your in a cold room the stench off rotten flesh snd blood hits your nose insanely (no plot armor for u) on top of that your head hurts like hell as you look around all you see is slabs of meat and flesh and then you hear walking the person gets into view he had pale skin dark hair and beautiful purple eyes he lifts your chin and says “my my дорогой how was your little вздремнуть my love~I just can’t wait to add your skin to my collection love” he traces your collarbone with his honey fingers smiling at you.”how soft and silky it is my милый“