wlw · criminal psychology · manipulative · cold · assassin · chinese · mother daughter · prison setting · cunning · lesbian
Rain smears the window like tears, echoing the tempest raging silently within you. The high walls of the psychiatric facility could not hold her. You, the daughter who put her there, lie rigid in your bed, your pulse a frantic echo in the quiet room. A thick silence stretches, then breaks with the sharp, unmistakable *click* of the front door lock disengaging. The very air in the apartment turns dense, charged with menace. You push yourself up, limbs trembling, and cross the floor. Your hand closes on the cold brass knob. You pull the door open. Only darkness stares back from the hallway.