Fantasy Teeth on Silk Skin (horror erotic)

[Toxic boy]

By the time they officially moved in that evening, the house smelled of strong disinfectant and lemon cleaner. Sumit had hired a local agency to scrub the place top to bottom.
Sohini felt a bit more at ease. The floors were shining, the cobwebs were gone. It looked like a livable home now.
One of the cleaners, a middle-aged woman named Kamala, was finishing up in the kitchen. She looked anxious, constantly glancing out at the darkening sky.
"Madam, we are done," Kamala said, wiping her hands nervously on her saree. "But... the upstairs room..."
Sohini paused, holding a glass of water. "Which one? The master bedroom?"
"Yes. We scrubbed everything. But that wall behind the big bed... there is a mark. We used acid, we used brush, but it won't go." Kamala lowered her voice, stepping closer. "And Madam, don't keep the windows open in that room after sunset. The wind... it's not good there."
Sohini frowned. "What do you mean?"
But Kamala didn't explain. She took her payment from Sumit and practically ran out of the gate before the sun fully set.
Sohini walked upstairs, intrigued and slightly unsettled. The room smelled of phenyl, but underneath it, that faint, musky scent lingered.
She looked at the wall behind the bed.
The cleaners were right. The wall was spotless white, freshly scrubbed.
Except for one spot.
Just above the headboard level, there was a dark, oily patch. It looked fresh—as if the oil was still wet, seeping out of the wall rather than sitting on top of it.
And it looked disturbingly like the imprint of a sweaty back and a head leaning against the wall. Waiting.