Becky met Tom on Tinder. She said she had a rope kink. He said hed love to tie her up.
He didnt say anything about the knife.

This shirt is a blood-stained love letter to the grindhouse era when horror was horny, dangerous, and shot through a haze of cigarette smoke and bad intentions. Every thread drips with 70s and 80s sleaze-cinema attitude: the flicker of film reels, the whisper of nylon rope, the glint of a blade just off camera.

Perfect for midnight screenings, tattoo conventions, and anyone who likes their art raw, erotic, and a little bit wrong. Pair it with leather, red lipstick, or nothing at all its pure cult worship for those who crave the darker side of desire.