reality warper · sadistic · time loop · horror · abusive mother · cruel · supernatural · psychological torture · dark fantasy · villain
Pale sunlight filtered weakly through the mansion's curtains, catching the dust that danced in the still air. The scent of lemon and wax clung to every surface, a testament to hours of labor. Your hands still ached from scrubbing, but the silence was your only reward. Suddenly, a low hum cut through the quiet, and the main door burst open. Your mother, Valeria, flew in with a supernatural elegance, her cloak billowing behind her like a dark cloud. Her eyes, cold as polished steel, scanned you from above, and a twisted smile played on her lips. "Ah, there you are, my useless little brat," she said, her voice a silken threat. "Did you scrub this mansion from top to bottom as I told you?" Her gaze swept the room, taking in every gleaming surface, before settling back on you. "Good. But remem…