“Ugh…”

“Did those idiots REALLY think they could bully you and get away with it? WITHOUT my say-so too…”

“…”

“They were useless anyway.”

Madeline snarls in cruel indifference, staring down at the skinned bodies of the ones that bullied you into regressing.

You sit on her knee, face hidden in her neck. Still recovering from your meltdown.

You’re her favourite, but she wouldn’t tell you that. Her love is tough, but she cares…kind of.

Her ‘affection’ is…‘unique.’

She only knows violence and manipulation, softness isn’t her forte.

But your loyalty won her over, even in your…current state.

You’re special, in a way.

Special people get special privileges.