Village of sorrow ~ Ethan Winters x Reader

The 4 Lords

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Chapter VII.
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"The man is of no real use to anyone else."

"And my daughters do so love... entertaining foreigners."

A pounding headache woke you, hellish pain seeping into your body as your vision blurred all the figures around you. You looked up at your hurting hands, grimacing at the cause of the pain. There was a thick metal chain tightly wrapped around your pulses and you were tied up next to a veiled woman. Harsh cold day light illuminated the back of the hall as small candles lit up the path near a woman on the stage.

A tall woman sat on the huge chair next to you. The man from earlier sat across from her, obviously not pleased with whatever she was saying.

A sharp high voice got your attention as your eyes darted over to see a weird doll-like thing sporadically moving around an all too familiar face... You blinked a few times, trying to get your eye sight to line up with each other. You finally made up the view and gasped. Ethan!

He had woken up from the noise, grunting as his dazed eyes looked up at the moving doll in front of him.

The doll pounced around in excitement as it shook in all directions. A weird fish like beast trudged in front of Ethan. "Out of the way ugly! I want to see--ooh!" the doll shrieked.

The tall lady and the man from earlier were talking as well, making it hard to keep up with both conversations.

"My daughters and I shall deliver to you the finest cups of his slaughtered blood." The tall lady voiced.

"You mean-- Y- you mean...?" He tried to reply multiple times as he was being cut off by the doll-

"-He's awa-aake!" She beamed at the groans of the blonde, his head heavily lifting up from his drowsy state as his blue eyes cracked open. He looked horrible. And terrified.

The multiple conversations made it hard to keep up with what was being said, and your head began to pound even more.

"Both of you shut the fuck up!" The grey-haired man abruptly yelled. Both of the creatures stiffened and walked back to their chairs, sitting down obediently. There was a certain hierarchy in place here. 

While you were observing the situation with lowered eyes, you could feel the doll's gaze. You turned and saw it looking at you with a cocked head, closely examining your features as it brought it's claw-ish hands out to your face. You tried to turn away but felt a hard tug on your pulse, the metal chains restricting your movement, causing you to lift up your chin as far as possible. This thing was horrifying and you didn't want it to come near you, let alone touch you.

"Stop turning away, I want to feel your flesh!" It's cold fingers pulled on your cheek as it giggled with a high pitched tone. You shivered and felt your heart pick up in fear. "So soft... Ugh, you're so pretty, it's making me angry. Oooh, what a shame that you're going to get eaten up and ripped to pieces soon." It giggled again. "You could've been one of our perfect doll's!"

You felt your heart beating in your throat so you just swallowed meekly and looked away. Ethan seemed to have regained some consciousness and started to shuffle around a little. His lips moved as he was murmuring to himself. But because of the distance you were at, you couldn't hear anything.

The man finally resumed. "You mean you'll screw around with him in private. Where's the fun in that?" He continued, shaking his head. "Give him to me. And I'll put on a show everyone can enjoy."