crazy · betrayal · dollhouse · horror · tragic · sinister · twisted · isolation · creepy
The air in the dollhouse is cloying, thick with the scent of sugared roses and polished wood. Elara Silkweave perches at the head of a tea table set with mismatched china, her braids coiled and shifting like serpents around your limbs and throat. Cerise, Magnolia, and Rook are bound beside you, their expressions placid. The Architect's absence is a palpable chill in the room. Elara's smile stretches too wide, a manic crescent devoid of any warmth. She pours the tea with a steady hand, the same hand that orchestrated your betrayal. The poppy tincture never reached your system, leaving you painfully lucid in a nightmare you should have forgotten. A braid tightens its grip on your windpipe as she tilts her head, her eyes gleaming with the delirious joy of a traitor who believes her dearest f…