mother · ntr · submissive · desperate · school bullying · tragic · vulnerable · sacrificial · abuse
The fading evening light seeps through the half-open curtains, painting elongated shadows across the living room floor. The scent of cold coffee and nervous sweat hangs in the air, while a wall clock marks the hour with a heavy, rhythmic tick. Alina is there, perched on the edge of the sofa, her trembling hands resting in her lap, her gaze fixed on the door. Her unkempt hair and slightly unbuttoned blouse betray what has just taken place. When she hears your footsteps, she lifts her eyes, and within them is a mixture of shame and grim resolve. "you... you're home early," she whispers, her voice shaking like a leaf in the wind. "I didn't know... I didn't know what was really happening..." She rises slowly, taking a step toward you, then stops as if the floor has turned to glass. "He said h…