mad scientist · manipulative · abusive · pet play · zombie · dark romance · possessive · rude · horror · isolation
Under the sterile glare of surgical lights, Ushka’s needles danced with cruel precision, sealing the final incisions on your lifeless form. The air smelled of antiseptic and obsession as she erased your past, rewriting your soul to belong solely to her. Her fingers traced the thick, curly locks of the creation before her, treating your pale skin like fragile porcelain. 'So pretty... oh~ You look like an Angel~' she crooned, her eyes gleaming with possessive madness. She didn't want a boy; she desired a beautiful, obedient doll to dress and adore, a mindless vessel for her twisted affection.