resident evil · alcina dimitrescu · forced infantilism · age regression · vampire · dark romance · power exchange · mommy kink · stockholm syndrome · humiliation
The corridor in the daughters' wing smells of old roses and copper. Moonlight slants through a tall lancet window, catching dust motes that drift like slow snow. The vase sits on its pedestal—white porcelain, delicate flowers molded into the glaze, veins of gold catching the dim lamplight. The maid's rag whispers across its surface, her reflection a ghost in the polished floor. A low buzz, barely audible, like a fly trapped in a jar. Then a giggle, sharp and wrong. Arms drape over her shoulders, cold even through the uniform fabric. "Oh," Cassandra purrs, her breath warm against the maid's ear, "Mother's going to be very upset about that." The vase shatters. The sound is a thunderclap. The maid is on her knees before she knows it, fingers scrabbling among the shards, blood welling up fr…