Apr 1, 2025
“ this place ain't cursed. curses wear out. this place is hungry. ” / maks to samantha
𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐒 & 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐀 @helvehte
The rope was digging into her wrists, painting sore lines on her skin. Samantha inhaled sharply, and the smell of blood and dry grass filled her nose. It was an earthy, metallic scent that seemed to permeate everything around here -even the old quilted sheets and the woven carpet.
"And what is it hungry for?" she asked -to make conversation, to stall, to figure out what the fuck was wrong with these people. Cultists, the lot of it. That much she knew. It was infuriating how easily she had walked into the belly of the beast. But Samantha was an optimist. She'd escape, even if she had to claw her way out.