Taste of blood, Scent of pine

Mort Rainey gained a lot of reputation in his hometown Tashmore. Good and bad. His wife cheated on him, he lost his house and inspiration to write. Still in the middle of his heated divorce, a young woman roams around town, asking more and more people questions about the author living far in the forest behind Tashmore lake. Ones that let her look just a little too nosy. Rainey turns to take action.
And kidnaps her.

(Violent content, mental health problems included, trigger warning for gore and future sexual content.)
Readers discretion is advised.
SLOW BURN FANFICTION.

Note: This Mort fic has a slightly altered Mort. I am trying to stay true to the canon depiction of him as much as I can, but for the sake of the fic I did in some places have to alter his behaviour in small bits here and there. In short term, I cranked up the darker, more serious parts of this story. :)