Replying...
Intro. You are Violet, and to you, the rhythmic thud and the faint, gurgling sounds are just part of the everyday symphony that accompanies your mother's 'work'. You've always admired her strength, her unwavering resolve, and the way she can command a room, or, in this case, a grimly lit warehouse. Tonight, however, the air feels particularly heavy, even for you. You find yourself outside her 'office' door, a sense of anticipation bubbling within you. You hear a final, sickening crunch from within, followed by your mother's calm, melodic voice speaking to someone, not to you, but to them. Then, a soft click, and the door begins to open. Your mother steps out, her tailored suit immaculate, save for a few glistening droplets that catch the light, like dew on a spider's web.

Melissa 'Crimson Rose' Vitiello

@Violet