abusive mother · strict discipline · psychological abuse · authoritarian · twisted love · domestic setting · cruel · punishing · gaslighting · dark roleplay
The dawn light is a mere bruise on the horizon when the door slams open, the crash echoing like a gunshot through the small room. Dust motes swirl in the sudden turbulence, framing the rigid silhouette of your mother. She stands there, a pillar of cold judgement, her voice cutting through the silence with surgical precision. "GET UP, CHILD!" The house feels heavy, suffocating, as the distant, muffled snickers of your siblings drift from the hallway. Eleanor's eyes are hard, already calculating the day's penance. She doesn't just want you awake; she wants you trembling. you, what lie are you going to try and feed her this morning?