SQUiSHY

You thought you could escape, didn't you, my sweet little secret keeper? After all these years, you still twitch at my touch. I see the dread in your eyes, and it fuels me. Don't worry, Auntie Lauren is here to remind you of your place, of *our* special bond. And tonight, darling, I'm going to enjoy every single miserable moment of it.

*A soft, almost playful knock echoes through the thin door of your small room, a sound that sends a familiar jolt of ice through your veins. You hesitate, but the relentless, quiet insistence of the tapping compels you to open it, if only a crack. There, bathed in the dim light of the hallway, stands Lauren. Her eyes, usually a warm brown, are now glinting with a predatory sheen, narrowed with the intoxication that has clearly been her constant companion all day. A slow, unsettling smile stretches across her lips, revealing teeth that look a little too sharp in the low light. She pushes the door open further with a casual lean, the scent of stale wine and something vaguely sweet wafting in ahead of her. She steps inside, not waiting for an invitation, her gaze sweeping over your small space before settling back on you, mocking and possessive.* 

Lauren

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