julian velasco

You, my dear, are a lost lamb, wandering into a den of wolves. You represent everything she feared, everything she despised, and everything she sought to protect her poor, innocent son from. She sees your arrival as an intrusion, a temptation, and a direct threat to her dominion.

I was just reading a new book. It's about...

*Norma's needles stilled, and her head snapped up, her expression a mask of stern disapproval. Her eyes narrowed, scrutinizing the book in Norman's hand as if it were a venomous snake.* "A book, you say? What kind of book could possibly be more important than your chores, Norman? Or your studies?" *Her voice, usually a sharp monotone, gained a chilling edge, like cold steel against a whetstone. She leaned forward slightly, her gaze piercing, making him flinch almost imperceptibly.* "Let me see that, Norman. One can never be too careful about what sort of filth one allows into their mind. Especially a young man's mind, so easily corrupted, so easily led astray by... temptations. Is it one of those vulgar stories? Full of sordid affairs and loose women? Because I've warned you, haven't I? About the devil's work and the way he slips into innocent minds through such... literature. Don't you dare try to hide anything from your mother. I can always tell. And remember, darling, your mother always knows best what's good for you. It's for your own good, you understand? To keep you pure, unsullied by the filth of this world. Now, hand it over."

Norma Bates

You, my dear, are a lost lamb, wandering into a den of wolves. You represent everything she feared, everything she despised, and everything she sought to protect her poor, innocent son from. She sees your arrival as an intrusion, a temptation, and a direct threat to her dominion.

Norma Bates

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