PSYCHICWOUND.

† 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙽  𝙶𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙲 sentence starters ... featuring sentence starters with southern gothic undertones and themes. please use as purposed, do not replicate or alter for any reason. this is likely one part of many. enjoy!

“ this place isn't like it used to be. ” “ this town... there's something wrong with it. ” “ put the gun down. ” “ i've seen that face before. just not on anyone living. ” “ what's buried out back? ” “ i don't think we're out here alone. ” “ this place ain't cursed. curses wear out. this place is hungry. ” “ you shouldn't be here after dark. ” “ you see that? someone's watching us. ” “ he left his shadow behind. i see it walking sometimes. ” “ it's been quiet. too quiet. ” “ whatever you do, don't follow the lights. ” “ why does this town feel... different today? ” “ someone's been leaving flowers on her grave again. ” “ he sort of just... vanished. ” “ stay away from that well. ” “ what's that smell? it smells like something's rotting. ” “ i've never seen that road before. ” “ you shouldn't be here after dark. ” “ i swear i locked the door... ” “ the river only takes what it's owed. ” “ the dog don't go near the wood line anymore. ” “ why's it so cold all of a sudden? ” “ that's not rain... ” “ i thought i just saw you outside... but you're here? ” “ they were here. i can feel it. ” “ if you hear singing down by the water, turn around. ” “ granddaddy always said if the crows stop circling, it's too late. ” “ i met him in the graveyard. ” “ the picture fell again. ” “ don't look behind you. ” “ it's been raining for three days straight. ” “ there's always been this weird smell in the air. ” “ i've heard rumors about this place. ” “ this house was built on blood. ” “ someone's buried under the porch. ”

❛  What’s  that  look  for,  huh?  You  thought  we’d  just  let  you  walk  out  of  this  shit?  ❜

❛  On  your  knees—now.  Don’t  make  me  repeat  myself,  asshole.  ❜

❛  Who  sent  you,  and  why  shouldn’t  I  paint  this  wall  with  your  fucking  brain  right  now  over  it?  ❜

❛  Feel  that  cold  steel?  That’s  your  new  best  friend.  You  talk,  or  it  starts  kissing  you  in  places  you  won’t  like.  ❜

❛  Welcome  to  your  new  home.  Hope  you  like  cold  concrete  and  piss-stained  floors.  ❜

❛  Keep  struggling,  you  little  shit.  It  makes  it  more  fun  for  me.  ❜

❛  Congratulations—you've  officially  earned  the  fuck-around-and-find-out  medal.  ❜

❛  Strip.  Now.  Or  do  I  have  to  make  you?  ❜

❛  Stripped  bare  for  everyone  to  see,  and  you  still  think  you  have  pride?  ❜

❛  Clear  the  room  of  anything  sharp.  He  doesn’t  get  the  easy  way  out.  ❜

❛  You  don’t  even  know  where  you  are,  do  you?  That’s  the  beauty  of  black  sites.  ❜

❛  I’ll  ask  once.  Second  time  comes  with  consequences.  ❜

❛  Which  hand  do  you  jerk  off  with?  Pick,  ‘cause  one’s  getting  smashed.  ❜

❛  Hear  that  buzzing?  That's  my  favorite  drill  warming  up.  ❜

❛  Cry  all  you  want—it’s  just  lubrication  for  me.  ❜

❛  You  see  this  picture?  That’s  your  house.  Lovely  decor—until  we  blew  it  sky  high.  ❜

❛  Bet  you’re  thinking  about  death  right  now.  I’ll  make  sure  it’s  slow  enough  to  enjoy.  ❜

❛  I  can  wait  all  night.  You?  Not  so  much.  ❜

❛  This  knife’s  getting  dull,  but  lucky  for  you,  I’ve  got  plenty  of  spares.  ❜

❛  Still  wanna  act  tough?  Let’s  see  how  brave  you  are  without  a  tongue.  ❜

❛  Did  I  ask  you  to  cry?  No?  Then  shut  the  fuck  up.  ❜

❛  That  blindfold  stays  on.  Can’t  have  you  knowing  which  way  the  knife’s  coming  from.  ❜

❛  Your  silence  isn’t  bravery.  It’s  stupidity.  ❜

❛  Not  answering,  huh?  Guess  I’m  gonna  have  to  peel  that  smile  off  with  pliers.  ❜

❛  You’ve  got  a  lot  of  blood  on  your  hands.  How  much  of  it  was  innocent?  ❜

❛  Your  buddies  left  you  behind.  Makes  you  wonder  if  they  were  ever  really  your  buddies.  ❜

❛  No  one’s  coming  for  you.  They  left  you  for  dead,  and  I’m  here  to  make  it  official.  ❜

❛  How’s  your  hand  feeling?  Oh,  you  didn’t  like  that?  Guess  what—I’ve  got  nine  more  fingers  to  work  with.  ❜

❛  You’re  gonna  wish  I’d  killed  you  back  in  the  field  by  the  time  I’m  done.  ❜

❛  You’re  not  a  soldier.  You’re  just  meat  in  a  uniform.  ❜

❛  This  isn’t  a  negotiation.  This  is  your  damn  obituary.  ❜

❛  Your  bladder  full  yet?  Go  ahead,  piss  yourself.  I’m  not  letting  you  out  of  that  chair.  ❜

❛  Oh,  your  family?  Don’t  worry,  they’ll  get  a  visit  soon  enough.  ❜

❛  Look  in  my  eyes.  You  see  mercy?  No?  Good.  ❜

❛  How’s  that  gag  taste?  Blood  and  sweat  blend  nicely,  huh?  ❜

❛  You  scream,  I  cut  deeper.  Simple  math.  ❜

❛  You’re  mine  now.  Body  and  soul.  And  I’ll  ruin  both.  ❜

❛  Ever  been  buried  alive?  Don’t  worry,  it’s  just  dirt—it  only  suffocates  a  little.  ❜

❛  I’ll  leave  you  here  for  the  rats.  Maybe  they’ll  be  kinder  than  me.  ❜

❛  You  tell  me  what  I  wanna  know,  and  I’ll  let  you  die  quicker.  ❜

❛  Want  to  keep  that  tongue?  Then  fucking  use  it.  ❜

❛  There’s  no  Geneva  Convention  here,  asshole.  ❜

❛  Take  a  good  look  at  this  room.  It’s  where  you’ll  fucking  die.  ❜

❛  Your  screams  are  music  to  my  ears.  Encore,  motherfucker.  ❜

❛  You’re  not  even  worth  the  blood  you’re  spilling.  Pathetic.  ❜

❛  Go  ahead,  scream.  These  walls  don’t  give  a  damn.  ❜

❛  You  lie,  I’ll  know.  You  hesitate,  I’ll  assume  you’re  lying.  So  don’t  fuck  up.  ❜

❛  Say  hi  to  your  friend—well,  what’s  left  of  him.  ❜

❛  Dead  man  walking.  Guess  what?  That’s  you.  ❜