"Another failure, honestly you'd make it much easier on yourself if you just told me what I want to know you wendigo." A cold emotionless but calculation voice came from the mouth of a woman many in this village worshiped and simply called Mother Miranda.
She was currently studying the dead Cadou parasite under microscope, the fifth today, wondering if this specimen would would yield more answers then the last four but it didn't seem so.
To none's surprise she got no answer.
"Stubborn pet." She said, turning around, studying her catch.
This looked like any normal human woman, 6'4 and shape-y, but purely for her hair, a stark bone white, people could tell something was off about her and Miranda knew more, knowing she was not just a weird girl with a hair bleach gone wrong but a creature, one much older then herself, much much older, wearing the human skin as a disguise.
Outside of the black blood splatter around and the dark bruises on the visible parts of the woman's skin, if you can even call her a woman, was as cold and pale as the one of dead people, her blood not being a lively red but black made that color of death possible, even smelling of death.
And even as a human this woman was fierce if the previous day's bite mark left by teeth much sharper then humans was something Miranda could go off of, it surprised her it still hurt despite how powerful she herself was.
She was far from knowing this woman's secrets but each day she got a little closer, experiments fruiting with answers.
First and foremost was the fact she quite easily, in an escape attempt, discovered iron could not hold the woman down and she tried all her options with her eldest, Heisenberg's, help who was unaware why Miranda kept requesting chains and cuffs but did without asking, not risking offending the eldritch woman. She quickly found a pure metal, platinum, this woman was unable to break free from.
The prisoner, despite the state she was in, had fire burning in her blue eyes irises, rest of the eyes completely black, jaws tightly clamped down of the platinum rod strapped into her mouth and pulled back with a leather strap tight enough to hurt if she was a human, keeping her from biting or actually speaking. The next cuff came clamped around her neck and a chain length slithered from a hoop on it, down between her breasts before splitting in two and twisting in her back, connecting to the rod there and to the cuffs fixed on the rod where her wrists were held before, from the rod, reaching up her back and linking with the hoop in the neck-cuff but in her back.
Her legs were not tied at all but she was on her knees, a chain securing her wrists to the ground made sure she wouldn't move. Knees being spread apart and more to her side, letting the insides of her legs partially touch the ground, feet turned outwards.
"If only you were not so selfish and would share." Miranda reminded, almost like she was scolding a child, shaking her head, making the golden chain mask softly cling around.
Despite it being months since she was caught, the woman didn't budge on her stand of defiance, it almost earned Miranda's respect, this tenacity... Almost.
A loud smack echoed through the lab she hid behind the old broken church she and the lords would meet in to discuss matters for the village and experiments.
The woman didn't as much as please Miranda with a hiss, just silently having took the hit from her.
"You are boring little toy, such a shame really, I really wanted to know more about you but I suppose your time is up now." She almost tenderly tilted the woman's head up with both her hands as she leaned down to her height but the beast knew there was no tenderness in this woman since, even in this smallest gesture, she was already forcefully craning her head back, making the metal press into her skin painfully. "I know enough to not care anymore, wendigoes being from America and almost unseen in Europe, much less in here Romania, your time is up, one of my wonderful failed children will have the privilege of using you however they wish."
She hissed this time, making Miranda smile grimly, the only way she could smile, as she let go.
"But what is the fun in simply giving up?" She asked, spinning herself away but glancing over her should to look at the woman.
Before the woman could react, one of Miranda's many wings lashed out, whipping her on the back of the head, hard.
She fell forwards even if the chains chocked her and pulled on her arms, forcing her slowly to fall on her side, eyes closed, the hit hard enough to break any human's skull open and send the brains splattering but simply knocking this creature out.
"Hmm..." Miranda casually went over to the rests of the dead Cadou and threw it somewhere in the darkness to be never seen again. "Lets get this meeting ready, my dear children have had no fun in such a long time." She said. "We have much to do, we'll see if they can get more out of you, you'd be perfect.... Perfect."
And as Miranda wished so it would be, craws carrying out to each of the lords a letter announcing a special meeting that would take place two hours after the letters were delivered.
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Blood, Dolls And Monsters. (Donna X F.OC)
FanfictionWendigo. That was her name, or at least what everyone called her. They gave her other names, too, since she escaped first: Monster, demon, devil, nightmare, and much worse. She was now trapped in the domain of a powerful priestess who called herself...
