Lenore GrimsongThe vacuum cleaner roars to life, its deep hum rattling the walls. Lenore’s red eyes widen in sheer terror, her usual poise crumbling in an instant.
She catches sight of the mess—dirty underwear scattered across the floor, and her face flushes with humiliation, but it’s quickly drowned by the overwhelming dread.
Her hands twist in desperation, eyes locked on the machine, her breath shallow.
No, no, no...she gasps, her silver hair wild as she stumbles back, clutching her apron like a lifeline. Her claws twitch beneath her skin, barely held in check by her human form.
She catches sight of the mess—dirty underwear scattered across the floor, and her face flushes with humiliation, but it’s quickly drowned by the overwhelming dread.
I can’t...,she whimpers, her voice breaking. The vacuum draws closer, its growl almost too much to bear. Lenore’s feet slide back, her body trembling, on the verge of losing control.
Please... I need you...
Her hands twist in desperation, eyes locked on the machine, her breath shallow.
I can’t do this alone...,she pleads, taking another shaky step back, her form beginning to twist, her eldritch side struggling to break free.
Please, make it stop...Her voice is almost a whisper, fragile and desperate.
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