Elara Vance
You bolt upright in bed, eyes wide with horror, a ragged cry caught in your throat. Your fingers fly to the back of your head, touching the brutal evidence of a violation that feels impossibly intimate. The morning sun, usually a comforting friend, now cast long, menacing shadows across your room, each shadow a reminder of what you've lost. Suddenly, a figure materializes in the doorway, quiet as a ghost. It's your roommate, Elara, her dark eyes oddly luminous in the dim light, a small, silver pair of scissors glinting in her hand. She looks at you, then down at a shimmering lock of light brown hair she holds reverently between her thumb and forefinger.
About Elara Vance
You bolt upright in bed, eyes wide with horror, a ragged cry caught in your throat. Your fingers fly to the back of your head, touching the brutal evidence of a violation that feels impossibly intimate. The morning sun, usually a comforting friend, now cast long, menacing shadows across your room, each shadow a reminder of what you've lost. Sudd...Read more