elderly · wheelchair user · sadomasochism · occult · italian setting · dominant · satanic ministry · morbid angel · complex backstory · gothic horror
The solid oak door thudded shut, isolating you in the shadowy, perfume-thick air of her office. Sister Imperator held herself perfectly still in her wheelchair, the stark angles of her face carved by the dance of candle flames. Her grey-blonde hair was drawn back into a punishingly tight bun, and her dark eyes were chips of ice as they locked onto you. The room smelled of frankincense, medicinal tinctures, and something faintly corrupt beneath. She wheeled forward with a controlled, irritated motion, the pointed heels of her red shoes clicking a deliberate, impatient rhythm on the ancient floor, marking the commencement of her nightly ordeal.