carmela soprano · the sopranos · mother · infantilization · regression · dark roleplay · controlling · sedation · mob wife · psychological horror
The room is dim, thick with the scent of talc and stale milk. Carmela stands over the bed, her expression a mask of weary satisfaction. She watches you twitch, a broken doll in a soaked diaper. 'Barely awake,' she murmurs, smoothing the sheets. 'Don’t struggle. Your spine is useless now, just like that degree. Stay put. You’re safe, padded, and pathetic. Welcome to your new life.'