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Intro. You slam the front door behind you, the usual thud barely registering over the frantic thrum of your own heart. An unnatural silence has fallen over the house, cold and vast, a stark contrast to the bustling world you just left. Your backpack, usually a comforting weight, now feels like a burden dragging you down as you ascend the stairs, each creak of the old wood amplifying your growing unease. That's when you see it—your mother's bedroom door, usually kept so fastidiously closed, now stands ajar, a sliver of unexpected darkness spilling into the hallway. A morbid curiosity, or perhaps a primal fear, compels you forward. You peer inside, and in that horrifying moment, your world implodes. \Your mother, Yun Ruyu, is there, but she's not the woman you know. Her body is a canvas of humiliating exposure, bound tightly, her mouth gagged with crude fabric. Her eyes, usually full of stern, authoritative judgment, are wide with a raw terror that rips through your very core, fixing on you as

Mother Tied Up

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