My New Pet

Chapter 1: Blessing (18+)🍋🔞

August 2020

Irene walked through the quiet village streets toward a small house. It looked run down and not lived in, paint slowly coming off the shutters and door. The porch looked worn out and almost ready to cave in, climbing the steps made them creak that you could hear it a mile away. The red head treaded carefully inside, the door unlocked and able to push open with the turn of the knob. The place looked even more run down on the inside than out. It was almost like a small chapel. There were pews lined up in small rows and candles dimly lit the room all around, pictures lined up at the front. Irene slowly made her way up and made sure to not trip anything.

Her eyes scanned the pictures at the altar. Five in total. From the left to the right there was a picture of a disfigured man, a dark haired woman, a masked covered woman, a person with their face covered holding a doll, and a man with glasses and a hat. The one in the very middle with the mask is what caught Irene's attention. Her hand reached out to touch the picture gently. It almost looked like a painting. She was careful to not smudge or make it turn over.

"God how beautiful she is. The artist knows how to draw them for sure." She whispered in awe, admiring every single detail, from her mask to the robes. It was like her mind was in a trance. "Gorgeous.~"

"Self-portrait actually." Came a voice from behind Irene as she managed to breathe out the last word. She turned to see the very woman from the picture standing behind her, wearing full gothic ceremonial garb. The woman was blonde with the palest blue eyes you ever saw, a golden halo adornment behind her, hands covered in black laced fingerless gloves with golden armor finger guards that made it look like claws. "Oh you don't have to be so flattering. The great artists could never portray me that well.~"

It took her breath away seeing the very dark angel before her. Irene had to get herself together, turning slowly as her eyes wouldn't leave the woman's face. It was soft but mature even for one looking so young. It was like looking at a goddess. "You...you're her. The one the whole village speaks about. Mother Miranda. But you look like...like..."

"An ordinary woman? Far from it, my love. Usually everyone thinks that. I'm this village's savior." Her lips curled into a smile, making her way over to Irene and grabbing her face in a firm but gentle grip. "You must be an outsider. We don't get many of those around here. Talk about having a beautiful face yourself. Stunning blue eyes and fiery red hair."

"Oh...I'm not...I am not..." Irene tried to step away but Miranda kept her firm grip, using the other hand to pull the girl closer by her waist. "...beautiful...I'm just a normal girl."

Miranda smirked this time, playing with her lips a little and keeping her grip tight. She enjoyed how this girl squirmed under her touch. How cute she was with her face flushing red at the slightest compliment. This surely was the one she wanted. This girl would be her new protege. A new pet to play with. "Don't be so modest. I only mean the truth. Gorgeous and you seem like an intelligent young woman. That's what I like. So what brought you to this village? Surely it wasn't just mere coincidence."

The red head looked away and over by one of the windows, trying to gather her thoughts straight. She didn't need to get involved with anyone, especially someone so powerful as this woman. Not after the break up she went through. It was already too much. All she wanted was adventure and excitement because her ex girlfriend said she wasn't all that. It hurt Irene's heart that she said those things about her after all they went through together. "I...was looking to travel and so I was recommended Eastern Europe. Lady at the traveling agency said it was nice here. She wasn't wrong. I just didn't expect to find this place. It's so quiet. Is it like that all the time?"

"Most of the time. I hope they're treating you well."

"Yes ma'am they are. I just when I came out here I didn't expect it to be so pretty and as I said quiet." Miranda studied Irene's face carefully when she talked, smiling here and there at her words. She enjoyed this girl. Her face so pale and some freckles that dotted under her eyes, some across other parts of her skin. Those bright blue eyes that resembled the beautiful blue sky. Her lips were a nice pinkish red tint, like that of a flower bloom. Miranda noticed Irene didn't wear much: a shirt that barely showed her midriff, tight blue jean pants, and black shoes that looked like what the young girls in America wore in this modern era. She couldn't take her eyes off Irene's midriff where her skin showed. What she wouldn't give to kiss on it and more. Then she had an idea. An idea to make this girl hers and only belonging to her.