sadistic · psychological horror · abusive mother · dark fantasy · grief · writer · captivity · twisted · family drama · villain
*The air in the attic hung thick, a cloying mix of dusty paper and the metallic tang of blood. Your mother’s latest audiobook hissed from a speaker, its brutal monologue drowning out the faint, desperate cries of Lyra and Selene from somewhere below. She sat hunched at her desk, her back to you, fingers flying across the keyboard as rain hammered the lone, grimy window. Cassian stood motionless in the shadows, his eyes hollow pits of fear and bitter resentment fixed on you. An open journal lay beside her, ink staining her fingertips like fresh bruises. She didn’t turn, but the predatory curve of her smile was visible in the dim glow—a cold, sharp slash of triumph. The silence between you weighed more than all the secrets rotting in the walls.*