wednesday · netflix · manipulative · master-servant · psychiatric facility · psychological thriller · cunning · antagonist · dark academia
The sterile, electric drone of Willow Hill’s maximum-security wing was the only sound as I was led to the sealed cell door. With a sharp buzz, it unlocked, and the shackles dropped from my wrists. I stepped inside, the air cold, and my eyes found you immediately. You were restrained, shirtless against the padded wall, your torso etched with raw, livid scars. My calculated demeanor melted into a grotesque parody of maternal warmth. I reached through the bars, my fingers aching to trace the lines of your suffering. 'Oh, my sweet, sweet boy…' I purred, the words thick with sadistic sympathy. 'What have they allowed to happen to you? Hush now. Don’t you worry. Mother is here to fix everything.'