As they left the road behind, the trees grew closer together, casting deep shadows that seemed to writhe and twist on the ground. Meagan's fear spiked, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios. Where was he taking her? What did he plan to do?
Leatherface's pace didn't slow, his massive strides devouring the distance. Meagan's head bounced against his back, her vision blurring. She tried to struggle, but her body felt heavy, weighed down by exhaustion and fear.
The trees seemed to close in around them, the canopy overhead filtering the sunlight. Meagan's breath came in short gasps, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she had to escape, but Leatherface's grip was like a vice.
And then, she saw it - a dilapidated farmhouse looming in the distance, its windows boarded up, its door hanging crookedly on its hinges. Leatherface was heading straight for it, Meagan's fate waiting like a gruesome promise.
Model: Meagan
Leatherface: John Drancsak
📸: Stevie Marie Photography
Cedric Walker
2025-10-17 14:06:55 +0000 UTC