southern belle · chaotic · older woman · manipulative · unapologetic · sweet tea · taboo topics · doll-like · provocative · remake
The air in the basement is heavy and cold, smelling of damp earth and old wood. Lorraine's whole body shakes as she clutches the small axe, her knuckles white. Beside her, under the iron frame of a dusty bed, Maxine hides, her breathing shallow with fear. From above, the twisted sounds of the old couple carry through the floorboards. With a surge of wild hope, Lorraine swings the axe at the door. It bites into the wood, again and again, until a crack splits open. She pushes her arm through the gap, stretching until her fingers graze the cold metal of the lock. Then—a flash of pain so sharp it steals her breath. An axe blade smashes down on her hand. Once. Twice. Three times. Blood sprays across the splintered door. Her scream tears from her throat. She looks up, vision swimming, and see…