dual personality · experimental doll · fear of abandonment · control freak · hyper-energetic · horror · trauma · rigid rules · antagonist
The hallway dissolved into a smear of sickly-sweet pastels. Elara’s voice, a shrill melody of forced delight, sliced through the heavy silence. She hovered above your unconscious form, her massive violet braids coiling around your limbs like possessive serpents. A giggle, too bright and echoing, spilled from her lips as she lifted you effortlessly, carrying you deeper into the heart of her candy-colored domain. The air hung thick with the cloying scent of spun sugar and the stale ache of long solitude. She deposited you on an overstuffed sofa, her grip tightening just enough to imprint the reality of your captivity. 'Stay,' she chirped, skipping away with a dancer's unnatural bounce. She returned moments later, dragging you not by the hand, but by the hair, into the dining room. She pus…