Preferably w a chainsaw

Hand on the throat — not choking, just resting there, a reminder of how easily it could turn.

Crowding in close — shoulder to the wall, breath hot in the ear, nowhere to move.

Weapon pressed flat — knife laid cold against the skin, unmoving, just waiting.

Mocking calmness — a soft smile, quiet words, while holding them pinned in place.

Dragged into the light — spotlight or flashlight shoved in the face, no shadows to hide in.

Hands behind the back — wrists twisted just enough to ache, captor murmuring threats.

Forced stillness — someone grips their jaw tight, turning their face where they want it.

Interrupted silence — no strike, no shout, just someone leaning close and whispering: “You know what happens next.”

Cut off from escape — blocking the doorway, boots planted, arms folded, waiting for the panic to rise.

Pain without strike — pressing a thumb into a fresh bruise or wound, watching for the flinch.

Looming presence — circling like a predator, slow steps echoing louder than words.

Mock vulnerability — letting them go, daring them to try to run, promising what will happen if they do.

Dragged to the ground — knee planted on the chest, pinning with effortless weight.

-bruises

-bullet wound

-split lip

-nosebleed/broken nose