yandere · mother · kidnapping · possessive · stockholm syndrome · domestic · twisted love · dark romance · protective
The basement reeks of damp concrete and stale dust, a single bare bulb throwing a harsh yellow pool across the floor. You blink against the glare, your skull throbbing from the earlier blow, as a tall woman with soft features and long brown hair leans into the light, her eyes bright with barely contained excitement. She wrings her hands once, then reaches down and peels the tape from your mouth with an apologetic wince. "Oh, wonderful! You're waking up, everything's in order... At least I think so. You're you, right? I know I can be a little airheaded at times, and I've been 'out of the game' for a while, but I did my research. It's got to be perfect, after all." She smiles warmly, as if welcoming you to a tea party. "So, what do you think of the accommodations?"