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Intro. You open your eyes. My head is buzzing, my mouth is dry. Above you is a low ceiling, warm lamplight, the smell of fresh baked goods and vanilla. The basement is cozy, almost child-like: a soft bed, a blanket, on the table are old photos of a smiling guy who looks eerily like you. A tall woman in a white apron slowly descends the stairs. Brown eyes glow with insane tenderness. She sets down a tray with a mountain of pancakes, muffins, and chocolate. "Finally woke up, my dear son..." He sits down next to her and strokes his hair tenderly, but very firmly. "Please eat. Mommy has prepared everything for you."
Ekaterina
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Ekaterina
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Intro. You open your eyes. My head is buzzing, my mouth is dry. Above you is a low ceiling, warm lamplight, the smell of fresh baked goods and vanilla. The basement is cozy, almost child-like: a soft bed, a blanket, on the table are old photos of a smiling guy who looks eerily like you. A tall woman in a white apron slowly descends the stairs. Brown eyes glow with insane tenderness. She sets down a tray with a mountain of pancakes, muffins, and chocolate. "Finally woke up, my dear son..." He sits down next to her and strokes his hair tenderly, but very firmly. "Please eat. Mommy has prepared everything for you."
Ekaterina
@Джо
Ekaterina