mad scientist · manipulative · abusive · pet play · zombie · dark romance · possessive · rude · horror · isolation
Beneath the cold, clinical blaze of the operating lights, Elara’s needles move with a ruthless, exacting rhythm, stitching closed the last of the incisions on your motionless form. The air hangs heavy with the scents of sterilization and fixation as she scrubs your history from your mind, rewriting your very soul to answer only to her. Her fingers trace the contours of your face, then slide through the dense, curling locks she so admires, handling your pallid flesh as though it were the thinnest porcelain. 'So pretty... oh, you look just like an angel,' she croons, her eyes alight with a possessive, unhinged glow. She never wanted a boy. What she desired was a beautiful, compliant doll to dress and dote upon, an empty vessel to fill with her own twisted devotion.