Fair Maiden - Alcina x Fem Reader

50: Special Indeed

***Night After Disappearance***

Mother Miranda pulls a scalpel from her tray of neatly arranged tools. She holds it into the flickering light, examining it's glimmering sharp blade. She directs her attention to your still body. Your limbs are held down by thick leather straps, keeping you motionless. Mother Miranda had given you a heavy sedative, but you're still groggily groaning and trying to move your head. She gently rests her free hand on your cheek, holing your head still for a moment.

"I warned you, resisting is only going to make this more painful, Y/N." Mother Miranda softly coos. "You'll regret your defiance."

You don't say a word, only release another muffled groan in response. Ever since she shoved the long needle into your neck, you've been trying to resist the effects of the fluid she had pumped into your veins. Your resistance wasn't working well. Nothing was coherent. You couldn't move or speak. Your control over your body belonged to whatever you had injected with. Still, you persisted as much as you possibly could.

Mother Miranda lifts a claw to your gown. As she pulls it along the silk fabric. A long tare chases after her motion. Once the center of the gown is separated, Mother Miranda pushes the cloth to the side. Your bare skin is revealed to her. Mother Miranda examines your body, eyes wandering over every bare inch. She grabs an alcohol pad from the tray and begins to prep your skin. Once the area has been disinfected, she's ready to begin.

She places the sharp tip of the scalpel between your collar bones. As she presses down, your body squirms a bit. She ignores this, dragging the blade down. A deep red gash separates through the center of your torso. She glides the blade through your flesh until the reaches your navel. Blood spills from the incision, covering the surgical table in a deep red. Mother Miranda doesn't seem bothered by this. She returns the scalpel the the tray. She glances at the monitor, examining your vitals for a moment. Despite your fussing, you're stable. She grabs a few rags and stuffs then inside your cavity. Their white fabric instantly blooms with your blood. Once they are filled, she removes them and tosses them into a bucket on the floor.

She turns and paces over to her cabinet of oddities. She pulls opens the door and begins to rummage through an array of glass jars.

"Wolfsbane. Dragon scale. Hemlock..." She reads off labels to herself as she continues digging. "Ahhh. Here we are."

She carefully pulls a large jar from the shelf. She returns to the surgical table, setting the jar on the tray beside her. It's content seems to pulse with life. An alien like mass floats within a strange yellowed fluid. Winding tentacle like limbs squirm inside the jar. Mother Miranda twists off the lid and pulls the horrific mass from the jar. The fluid reeks of rotted flesh. She holds it in front of her, wicked grin spreading across her face as she admires her prized possession. She leans down to you, lips hovering over your ear.

"Hold still, little one." She whispers. "This will all be over soon."

She pulls away from you. She carefully moves the mass over your body. The long snaking limbs seem to reach out to you as it nears your bodies entrance. Mother Miranda slowly lowers it into your chest, hand squishing against your organs. She reaches under your ribcage, gently sliding her hand up. She places the parasite at the top of your lungs, close to your heart. Instantly, the appendages swiftly spread and attach themselves to different locations within your body. Mother Miranda steps back, observing the experiment unraveling before her.

Your body begins to tremble and shake. The monitor begins to beep rapidly and your pulse increases. Your groans intensify, shifting to screams of pain and discomfort. Mother Miranda doesn't flinch. The long incision begins to fuse back together, seemingly never there. The entire surgical table vibrates against the ground as you convulse. A screeching steady beep fills the room. Your limbs begin to crack and shift, fighting against the restraints. Still, Mother Miranda doesn't move. Your legs are the first to break free. The leather straps snap away as your joints twist and contort then straighten. Next is your arms. Your shoulder blades pop as your arms cracked like a burning fire. Your fingers splay open, fingers strangely contorted as they viciously try to grip the table. Your back breaks into an arch then slams back down. You let out an ear shattering screech. Your head slams back into the blood stained metal, eyes darting open. As you tremble, your deep blue eyes begin to shift in hue. A wave of crisp artic ice washes over your irises. As soon as your eyes change, the disturbing chaos ends as quickly as it started. The monitor returns to a slow paced beep. Your body falls motionless once again, eyes fluttering back shut. Mother Miranda steps toward you. Fingers caressing your cheek.