I Have Never Been Happier - Donna Beneviento × Reader

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First Person P.O.V - (Y/N)

Warnings: Animal death, human experimentation,  being cut open, implications of suicidal thoughts, yet another angst fest

-I awoke to the bright lights above me, burning through my retinas before I try to move my head away, but it's strapped to the chair. I feel my breathing pick up as I realize my entire body is strapped to the leather chair. I'm not even wearing anything, and I feel awful in my own skin and nudity.
-"Welcome back." A familiar voice brings me to conciousness and the light moves from my eyes, and I get a good image of the blonde woman's face.
-It had been Mother Miranda, yes she wasn't dressed in her usual attire, nor did she look black and inky like I had seen before I had lost my consciousness. She looks like she was wearing a scientist's outfit, pen sticking out of her chest pocket well her hair was tied back in a bun. She had a clipboard in her hand, and a pen and the other, looking down at me with a look that I could only imagine to be disgust? Or perhaps intrigue. I want to ask out of curiosity, but then I realize my mouth has been numbed, and the only noise I can really make is my voice box and throat. A simple hum, or breathe out is the best that I can do.
-"Don't speak to me, nor even try to. I don't care to hear it." Miranda told me, and she turns around, my eyes watching as she approached a table. "I have spent centuries trying to bring back my dearest Eva, my daughter. She is the only thing that I am here for, the only thing in my life that matters."
-I can feel my gut swirl as a whole new fear begins to sink into my body. Throughout these past few months, I felt the fear of almost being killed, I felt the fear in my nightmares, I have felt the fear that didn't really even exist. I have been afraid of ghosts in the corner of my eyes, I have been afraid of the consequences of my actions coming back to bite me like karma. Sickeningly sweet fear, the kind of fear that ends up turning into laughter whenever I hear Donna giggle at me, the kind of fear that ends up turning into a blooming amount of feelings in my chest.

-Adrenalized fear, supernatural, emotional, even humourous and fun. Nothing can be like this kind of fear, the fear that I'm going to be alive long enough to see what this turns out to be. It's not usual to be scared of being alive, because oddly enough I'm scared of the fact I'll be concious for this. Long gone is the fear of death, but this? My brain is screaming at me for escape.
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"I have spliced my experiments with many of other things, I have tried experiments on adults, children, women, men. I have tried them with wolves, but not once have I tried them with cats." She reaches to the left and she drags a cage into my view, and I spot Eclipse, the real Eclipse, laying in the cage with labored breathing. "I cannot guarantee that you're going to live through this, nor can I guarantee that your pet will either. But what I can guarantee, is that you are going to be another step closer.. Shouldn't you be proud of yourself for that?"
-Fuck you. That is what I wish I could say. But there's no protests I can make, just by her design. I close my eyes, not wanting to see what she does to poor Eclipse. I can hear some sounds, but it's not like the Feline makes any audible final breaths. She turns around to me afterwards, hand feeling along my sternum and my stomach.
-I shiver in discomfort, and I try to take a deep breath as I feel the marker draw lines around my body. She's going to cut me open, is what she's going to do, and she's going to do it while I'm awake until the moment I pass out. I know what's going to happen, and all it's doing is making me freak out more. Then my vision blurs and I swear I can see figures around the room. I look over and I spot my clothes on the other side of the room, and those pretty yellow flowers sticking out of my pocket. Distant comfort, and although the fuzzy hands feel like static noise as they try to help me feel better, I can't help but feel more loved than anything.
-Does she know I'm with Mother Miranda? Perhaps, if I let myself be bitter, she gave me up to the woman, but a part of me says she doesn't know. Either way, this feels good, breathing in the pollen, even though it's so far away, way too far away. Perhaps I'm addicted.
-The blood rushing through my body pushes hallucinations out of my system, and I try to scream through my half open mouth as I feel sharp pains in my torso. I breathe heavy as it moves, leaving a trail of agony in it's wake and I swear the edges of my vision were blurring with red. Perhaps looking st the light will keep me awake long enough to know if I make it through this alive?
-But then I fall asleep, and I'm sure I die then, recalling a blurry image of myself laying in a chair and in a room I didn't recognize, being dissected by Mother Miranda who had started fitting some organism into my stomach along with something else.
-Curiosity killed the cat.

First Person P.O.V - Donna

-"No!" I recall yelling to Mother Miranda as she had come to my door and explain to me what she did. "You-You can't just--"
-"Are you telling me that my decision isn't justified?"
-I feel sick, I can't even get the words out. The idea of disrespecting Mother Miranda felt almost just as bad as stabbed. It all honesty, I would have much preferred that they had actually run away from me and that they would be safe and alive in the village somewhere, or somehow have escaped The Village altogether. To find out the mother Miranda had kidnapped what she had given me, the person that had became my friend and I had grown such an attachment too, felt so much worse.
-"I gifted you them, Donna. In reality, I only gave them to you to watch them. If you wanted to kill them, that would have been fine by me, they are expendable. But you didn't, and I must thank you for that, I had never expect that you had such self control. It's new for you."
-"B-But--"
-"Hush, Darling." She shut me up. "I know you care about them, I know. I've been watching... But you know just as well as I do but you just aren't meant for affection like that. You never were, why do you think you're all alone all the time? We don't want you lying to yourself again. It was foolish of you to get attached."
-I clench my fists at my sides and I could basically feel my lip quiver, but I am done talking and done trying to attempt to argue. I'm not going to win, I've never won anything. She leans in closer to me, looking me in my eyes.
-"Are you crying?" Mother Miranda asks. "Pathetic."
-How weak am I? Pathetic is right, and I know it is as I cry into the palms of my hands. I have my knees tight up to my chest, and not even Angie can comfort me. She's tried, and she's just not working. Mother Miranda was correct, I was a fool for putting so much of my heart into them, and I never should have done it in the first place. Perhaps if I had actually thought this through, I would have never gotten myself into this.
-I would be alone, sad but comfortable. I would have never been hurt like this, left alone with all of my dolls that drink tea and do what we used to. Life is so easier than, life is so much easier. Maybe accepting this gift from mother Miranda was a horrible idea, and perhaps it would have been better if I just let myself succumb to a mortal death. But I can't do that, and I don't necessarily have the guts to do anything to myself.
-I'm alone all over again, and I always will be, that's the way I will die. I should have known better.

First Person P.O.V - (Y/N)

-BUT SATISFACTION BROUGHT IT BACK.
-But it it wasn't my own satisfaction, as I had shot myself up in the seat, I looked forward and I spotted another Miranda sitting in front of me with a happy smile upon her face. I had been numbered nine in the list of successful experiments, a cadou sitting in my body with Eclipse sitting in me as well.
-"Welcome, my child." She says, walking over to me and copping my face with both of her hands. "Welcome back.. I've given you a gift that you'll be forever grateful for."
-I blink up at her, and then I realize just how cold my body was, how slow it was to move around as my blood was beginning to rush back into my body. I was coming out of rigor mortis, muscles being far too stiff to make too much movement. The numbing in my mouth has finally left however, my tongue feeling across sharpened teeth.
-"What did you do to me?" I ask, my voice hoarse and it almost didn't even sound like my own.
-"I made you part of the family."