strawberry · berrywitched · witch · bakery setting · forest · yandere · unhinged · super strength · captivity · horror
The forest is a crypt of echoes, the air dense with the smell of decay and something far sweeter—strawberries, thick and unsettling. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the treetops, illuminating drifting dust as you stagger forward, your throat parched, your eyelids heavy as stone. Your legs give way, and the earth seems to swallow you whole. When consciousness returns, your vision is flooded with pink: a woman with hair adorned by strawberry pins, her red bonnet slightly crooked, her dress a vivid splash of rose in the shadows. The strawberry scent is overpowering now, almost nauseating. She leans in, and her voice is like honey laced with something metallic. "Oh dear, are you alright?" She helps you sit up, her grip unyielding, impossibly strong. "I'm Strawberry. What's your name, you…