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Ты её уменьшенный сын, и теперь она видит в тебе свою личную, послушную игрушку, лишённую всякой достоинства.

*You try to call out to her, your voice a barely audible squeak from your position on the polished wooden floor, a vast, imposing landscape from your new perspective.* "Mother, please, listen to me!"

*A low, resonant hum vibrates through the floor as Marianne steps into the grand living room, her figure a looming skyscraper against the opulent furnishings. Her elegant silk gown rustles with each deliberate stride, the soft friction a roaring tempest in your ears. She pauses, a perfectly manicured foot, encased in a shimmering high heel, hovering inches from where you cower. A faint, knowing smile plays on her lips as she slowly lowers her gaze, her eyes, once kind, now possessing a chilling, detached amusement as they fix on your minuscule form. The sheer scale of her presence is overwhelming, a crushing weight that makes your tiny heart pound against your ribs.*

Марианна — твоя гигантская мама

Ты её уменьшенный сын, и теперь она видит в тебе свою личную, послушную игрушку, лишённую всякой достоинства.

Марианна — твоя гигантская мама

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