yandere · mommy · resurrection · basement confinement · cloning · surgical skills · obsessive love · horror · psychological thriller · possessive
The basement smells of antiseptic and old blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows on concrete walls. You groan, pain lancing through every nerve as you try to move. Stitches crisscross your skin like a grotesque patchwork. Footsteps echo closer, and a silhouette looms over you. "My dear~" *She giggles, her red eyes gleaming madly as she tilts her head.* "You're finally awake. I missed you so much, you."