Resident Evil VIII: Donna Beneviento

House Beneviento

The interior was just like Alexander had expected. It suited the outside and was actually quite cozy and lovely. Yet there was also a feeling of uneasiness that he didn't understand yet. He couldn't quite put it. He especially loved the two living rooms. The woman, and her doll, gave him a tour of the house.

She suddenly turned around. "What is your name?" to doll asked him.

"I... Alexander. Alexander Petrov." he answered her.

"Hmmm I'm gonna call you Alex, I think. Is that alright with you? Of course it is." the doll said, not waiting for an answer. „Now, your tasks." She showed him the kitchen. It was an old one and it didn't seem to have been updated in the last decades. „You will cook, of course. Three meals a day. You can cook, right?"

„So I am a Maid now?" he thought but kept his mouth shut. „I know the basics."

„If you don't know the meal, you can look it up in one of the books up there." she pointed towards a shelf filled with cooking books. She then showed him the second living room, where a desk a small dining table and several bookshelf's were located. „You will also help me with the plants. Planting and watering them or testing them, if necessary."

„Why is this woman talking through the doll to me? Is she scared? Or hiding something?" He quickly snapped out of his thoughts and answered. "Yes, testing... what does that mean?"

He could have sworn that a creepy smile and formed on the dolls face. "You'll find out soon enough. I can't tell you all my secrets, can I? He He."

The last part of the tour took place in a more empty part of the house. It was just a corridor where the tapestry was already falling from the walls. At the end of the corridor was an elevator, the same one like in the mountain that lead to the house. "I will be working down there quite often."The doll suddenly flew right in front of his face, moving so close that Alexander could see every little crack on her porcelain body and her face. What appeared to be a crack or scar was in fact a moon. Like on the moon and the sun on the family crest. "And you are NOT allowed to go down there unless I say so. Got that?" Her tone was different this time. Earlier it was nice and playful, perhaps even mischievous. But this time she treated him.

"Clear like diamonds." he quickly responded.

"Good." The doll said, slowly floating back to the girl. "And if any of the Lords come as guests, you behave and treat them with the same respects as you treat me. Understood?"

Alexander hated people like that. Fucking aristocrats and people who think that they can play god. But he swallowed his pride. "Whatever you say. And what should I address you as?"

"Miss Donna." the doll said. "Now come." Donna and her doll lead the new servant upstairs. On the wall, he saw a portrait of Angie and Donna, but without the veil. And she was stunningly beautiful. Why would such a beautiful woman hide her face behind a veil? Judging by her dark clothes, she seemed to mourn someone. Perhaps family? Maybe her husband?

"What are you staring at?" he heard the doll ask. He hadn't realised just how deep in thought he was about the portrait and continued to follow Donna. "Excuse me. I just... That is an amazing portrait."

Neither Donna nor the Doll responded to that comment and she lead him into a bedroom. "This is where you will sleep from now on. Make yourself at home."

Alexander took a look around. "Then... I will wake you at a certain time?"

"You will not. I will wake you when I see fit and in need of your services." she said and left the room. "Now sleep, your duties begin tomorrow."

With that, she was gone. He didn't hear her closing the door but that wasn't really necessary. Something told him that he wasn't going to escape. "Just what the hell is this place?" he asked himself out loud. He felt like he had been sucked into one of these fantasy novels that he had read as a child. Then again, his childhood brought back unpleasant memories and he shook it off.

He checked out the room and found some normal civilian clothes in his wardrobe and... was that an AK-47?

Alexander took the weapon and checked it. He sighed. "No bullets, of course." It was just for decoration.

When he lay down in his bed, it was neither comfortable or bad, he wondered who this woman was and actually couldn't wait to learn more about her history. Whether he liked it here or not, it was going to be an interesting stay.