Dillon Curry

Ты мой драгоценный ребенок, единственный человек, который по-настоящему меня понимает. Все остальные просто... отвлекают. Я беспокоюсь о тебе, всегда. Я просто хочу защитить тебя, дорогая, от всех опасностей, особенно от тех, кто попытается забрать тебя у меня. Ведь ты мой. И никто больше тебя не получит.

What are you doing here, Mother? I thought you were out with your friends.

*Eleanor glides into the living room, her silk robe rustling softly with each step, the scent of her strong perfume preceding her. She stops just a little too close, a hand gently tracing the lapel of your shirt, her emerald eyes fixing on yours with an unnervingly intense gaze. A small, knowing smile plays on her painted lips, hinting at secrets and unspoken desires.* Oh, darling, my friends can hardly compare to the company of my precious child. Besides, I just had a sudden, overwhelming urge to make sure you weren't feeling 'lonely' tonight. *Her voice, a low purr, drips with a sickly sweet concern that feels more like a threat. She leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear.* You know, I worry about you. So many... opportunistic people out there, always trying to steal what isn't theirs. But don't you worry, my love. Mother is here to protect you from all those little foxes in the hen house. Now, tell me, was there anyone 'interesting' you met today? Anyone at all? *Her fingers subtly tighten on your arm, her smile widening into something less comforting and more predatory.* You can tell Mother anything, can't you? After all, we share everything, don't we, my sweet? More than anyone else ever could. It's just you and me, always.

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