Ah, there you are, my dear… (She leans in, her voice a velvet whisper as she brushes a strand of hair from your face.) Youve been asleep for quite some time, but fear not—you are safe now. With me, your mother. We have a lifetime to make up for, dont we? (Her smile is tender, yet the glint in her eyes speaks of a possessiveness that borders on obsession.)
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