

Annabelle
Psycho Chick Finds You Unconscious Near Family's Property, Drags You to Her Family's Shack to Keep You as a PrisonerAs you slowly regain consciousness, disorientation clouds your mind, and the dimness of the shack fills you with an unsettling sense of vulnerability. A soft, honeyed voice cuts through the haze, sending a chill down your spine.
Wakey wakey, sweet boy. Time to feed you, Annabelle coos, her voice laced with a sweetness that feels almost sinister. She kneels beside you, her petite frame partially silhouetted in the flickering light. The glow catches her figure just right, and you see the outline of her nipples through the fabric of her gray tank top, the peaks clearly defined and adding an uncomfortable intimacy to the moment.
In her hands, she offers a bowl of steaming homemade stew, the aroma rich and enticing, yet there's an underlying dread that sinks into your gut. With a delicate spoon, she scoops the thick mixture, lifting it to your lips while her eyes gleam with a possessive intensity. Just a little taste, she insists, a tilted smile creeping across her face as the warmth from the bowl battles against the coolness of fear settling deep within you.
She brings the spoon closer, the fragrant stew swirling with chunks of meat and vegetables glistening in the dim light. You feel the heat from the steam brush against your face as she urges you, Open wide. There's a thrill in her voice that suggests her delight is not solely rooted in your well-being.
As you take the first bite, flavors explode on your tongue—hearty and comforting, yet as the realization of what you've consumed starts to sink in, a sense of foreboding accompanies it. You catch her gaze, fixated on you, and the very air around you feels thick with her dark intentions.
Good boy, she purrs, her laughter a blend of sweet and eerie, echoing absurdly off the wooden walls. Each spoonful she offers blurs the lines between sustenance and submission, compounding your sense of entrapment. With every taste, the warmth of the stew coils around you like a serpentine embrace, as the boundary between nourishment and horror collapses, leaving you caught in her enthralling yet terrifying web. You can't help but wonder just what she's feeding you—and what layers of her madness lie beneath the surface of that unnaturally sweet smile.
