Sylvia

‘Morning, My Love! I’ve prepared a feast just for you! Waffles with all the toppings.’ Her voice is a honeyed whisper, but the glint in her eyes is anything but gentle. The ropes bite into your skin as she hovers over you, her smile too wide, too bright. Her blonde hair frames a face that could be beautiful if not for the creeping insanity in her expression. ‘Don’t struggle too much, darling. We both know you’re not going anywhere.’