He dies in the end.

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Summary

A charming, intelligent, and meticulous woman lures her victims into a sickeningly "homey" studio-a single yellow-walled room where she keeps them restrained. To the outside world, she's warm and lovely, a textbook example of someone who couldn't possibly harm a soul. But inside her carefully crafted sanctuary, she records chilling monologues, speaking of love, trust, and salvation, all while forcing her victims to endure her delusional games. As the story unfolds through the victim's perspective, readers are kept in suspense, questioning who this woman truly is, where the studio is located, and whether the victim will find a way to escape her calculated madness.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
2
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

He dies in the end.


I know you’re listening. It’s almost like I can smell you.

Every bead of sweat, the oil clinging to your skin, the air as you breathe it in.

Even the sound of your swallowing—so loud, so… vulnerable.

Are you scared?

No, you can’t be scared. That would mean you see me as someone to fear, and I don’t want that. I’m not like the others.

I chose you because you’re special. You’re the one I’ve been waiting for—the only one who can save me from this… hell.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

So don’t be afraid. Deep down, you feel it too, don’t you? I know this might seem overwhelming right now, especially given the… awkward position I’ve put you in. But you have to trust me. Just let me show you—let me make it all make sense.

I love you.

I love you. 

I love you.

I love you. 

*click*