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Candles flickered in the dimly lit near abandoned room, the light barely illuminating the ratty bed in the middle of it. The stained yellow mattress was torn, springs poking upwards from the surface, ready to sting and cut anyone who dared use it as refuge.
Nothing in the room looked welcoming, appearing more as a prison than a cosy retreat. There was no windows, only a single door. If there had been windows, they had been boarded up and closed off, hiding away the room in secrecy.
This was Wednesday's little shack of submission. And tonight, she had a fresh new infatuation to break in.
The door eerily creaked open on it's hinges, kicked open by a Wednesday clad in steel capped boots. Since black was her signature colour, it was easy to stealth in the night. Skin-tight leotard, leaving nothing to the imagination that wasn't covered by her braids. Wednesday honestly hadn't been aware how easy it would be to catch her darling Enid, opting to kick her with the caps, yet found that the girl almost forfeited at her sight.
Normally, this would please a sadistic Wednesday but Enid wasn't hers just yet. Over the course of the week there was plenty her precious pet would have to endure. Rusty springs, barely edible food... hell, even the water was tainted, a reminder that if Enid didn't obey then necessities such as clean fresh air were gone forever.
Wednesday hoped she wouldn't have to go so far as to choke her away from air, to near crushing her larynx. She'd done that before, with plaything number five, the results not so pretty.
"Welcome to your new home." Wednesday announced, yanking the blonde girl's hair and throwing her down at her feet.
There were tears in Enid's eyes, now dirty from the crash with the floor. Her cheek was stained in what looked like a moisture of lip-gloss, blood and soot, complimenting the state of her new living quarters.
"Looks like someone likes the place." Wednesday huffed through her nose and crouched down to meet Enid face to face.
She had been lucky in capturing Enid on one of her aloof midnight walks, snatching her with the help of Thing, her trusty obedient macabre disjointed arm. Wednesday's supernatural accomplice, the perfect diversion in knocking the dainty blonde out with chloroform.
All too easy.
Yet the fun had only just begun for Wednesday.
"I wouldn't like caviar served on a golden platter." Enid seethed through her teeth. Her arms were wobbling by her sides, using what little strength she had in reserves to hoist herself up. Wednesday watched her struggle, barely able to lift even her face away from the dirt.
Pathetic. Seemed like her little pet was trying to ignore the deadly chemicals swirling in her bloodstream. A fatal mistake for someone who had breathed their last breath of freedom.
Suddenly with savagery, Wednesday slammed her hand against the soft strands of Enid's hair and shoved her back down, rewarding the disobedient girl with a mouthful of grime. Who knew when it had been the last time Wednesday cleaned this place? The scent stained in the walls was a clear indication that nothing was ever washed away.
Enid cringed, trying to fight the force. She unfortunately ate more of the grime, her tongue lax in her mouth without any fight in it. Just what had Wednesday pumped into her?
The girl remembered the cloth and the glint of a syringe, nothing more.
"You don't have much choice in wanting anything anymore Enid. You see, you're mine now, so you best act like I own you."
"Ow-own me? You can't possibly—"
Wednesday interrupted her, apply more force to Enid's pounding head. "I can and I did!"
"N-no..."
"Yes. It's about time you admit that you're stuck with me. And that no one will be at your rescue. It was a bitch having you delivered here, in my little shack, but I think over the next few days, it'll totally be worth it. Now Enid, or should I perhaps call you wolf, in honour of your supernatural abilities, what will it be? Learn obedience by my hand, or be forced to endure mind break?"
Enid's mouth was open in shock. Both of them were the same option. She couldn't believe it. Just how had she really gotten in the hands of Wednesday? Years ago at Nevermore Academy, she liked to have fancied them being friends, though that never met fruition. Wednesday years ago was an enigma. Too quiet and reserved.
And witnessing someone from her past act unhinged and claim ownership of people, was unsettling. Enid gagged at the dirt caking the back of her throat, making her want to expel the contents of her stomach.
Yet hearing the things out of Wednesday's mouth were not pleasant. The girl proudly proclaimed that this was her torture shack, meaning Enid's life would be confined to these four walls. And the smell already, without even an air hole, was getting to her. Enid feared suffocation more than her stomach being empty.
Wednesday witnessed the range of emotions quiver in her brows, going from anger to upset, finally landing on bone chilling fear. Wednesday always loved watching her precious playthings realise that this was the end of the line, and then falling limp with depression. Licking her lips she was savouring the moment Enid would yield.
Yet, that moment didn't come.
Even though Enid was realising that she was kidnapped, her will to live was stronger than Wednesday first anticipated. Ironic for a loner who ostracised kinship over her biological nature. Werewolf life did seem rough. Although Wednesday's week of endurance would be a test of the poor girl's will.
She had plenty planned. Ropes, wires, electrocution, rotten food, knives, and perhaps even a human rights violation or two. Just anything to break her peppy never-ending spirit and become one of her playthings that could roam around the Addams mansion. Though roaming was a stretch where Wednesday kept the rest of her obsessions.
Thirty-nine feet under, surrounded by concrete at every angle. It was too much of a security risk allowing mindless beasts to breathe in an ounce of freedom. Where clothing was optional to her disfigured loves. Cotton rubbed against their welting scars wrong, creating slashes of blood dripping down their backs from itching nails.
And when spilt blood curdled in a poorly ventilated room, it wasn't an aromatic smell. Of course, Wednesday cared for her broken-in creatures on some level. Clipping their nails, sometimes stubbing their limbs if they became too excited. Normal things to her after years of derangement.
It was upsetting seeing her playthings try and regain livelihood. Her last batch, a year ago, filled with bodies of many types all tried to create a suicide pact. Autonomy to that degree was not acceptable. Wednesday unfortunately had to cull her collection, blacking her already squabbled heart.
Though there was still hope for Enid. Her wolf. This girl didn't seem like the type who would just throw away her training methods for nothing. Wednesday knew she was special.
Without asking, Wednesday gripped with her thumb under her marred chin, tilting her head high on an angle. Their eyes connected; black into brown. Wednesday witnessed the swirl of passionate blue trying to create a sense of zen within them. Wednesday scoffed. How fruitless her efforts would be.
"What?!" The girl flat on the floor spoke, feeling unnerved at Wednesday studying her. Enid felt like a slab of meat at the butchers, weighed and fondled with just the flicker of Wednesday's focused eyelashes. Enid was beginning to feel phantom pains in her limbs, knowing that life would never be so easy for her ever again.
Another globule of spit tried to rush down her throat yet the angle Wednesday held her, restrained her from swallowing.
"Lesson one. Swallow when I tell you to." Wednesday stated. There was no warmth in her voice. Neither the playful violence she bubbled out. It sounded rehearsed, as if Wednesday had done this a hundred times.
Enid struggled to keep her head upright, even with the deadly grip pressing against her jaw. Then, unprompted, Wednesday dropped her. The spit that was trying to go down Enid's throat flung out of her lips, creating a small, pathetic, bubbly white pool in front of her.
One side of Wednesday's face flickered in satisfaction with a smirk. She then stood up and twisted her foot in the spit puddle, taunting Enid. "Liquid will be precious in here. You'll come to learn in due time. For now, you've learnt what not listening will do."
"But I haven't—" Enid rasped out. Wednesday tutted and lifted her boot.
Brown sludge was caked on the bottom of it, still damp and gloopy. A few white bubble were twisted in the grooves of her sole, spit trying to escape from Enid's new punishment.
"Talking back will not be tolerated either. Now, look at it. This will be your one and only warning but every time you disobey, your food and water will be smashed on the underside of my shoe and you'll have to lick it."
Enid watched the muddy slush trickle down with gravity. A few brown specks landed back on the dusty floor, looking worse than it had been seconds ago. All of it was unappealing. If Enid wasn't vomiting before, then she was just about to.
Her mouth was slowly filling in with acidic saliva, bitter as it swashed over her tongue. Eyes started to prickle with more tears, too scared to break the dam. Enid struggled to look upwards to where Wednesday was grinning from, knowing all too well what Enid was trying to stall.
"Swallow it." Wednesday commanded, knowing this was no easy task. The training wheels were off, this was the real deal. Enid knew that if she didn't obey then her chewed up and gunked chicken and rice would be her next sand crusted meal.
And that bile-filled taste was not something she wanted to experience. It was bad enough that her head was pounding and her mouth was half slack on one side. She didn't need to add scratched sandy trachea to the list.
Waiting a little too long for Wednesday's liking, Enid finally obeyed and swallowed back down her upset stomach. It tasted foul, yet both of them knew what would have ensued if Enid regurgitated her last supper.
"Good girl." Wednesday sarcastically praised. Enid felt cold inside to the words, coupled with the fact that Wednesday was walking. She looked high and domineering with her posture in those steel-capped boots. They slammed against the dirt with conviction. One wrong move from her captor and Enid was for sure that her head would be trampled on.
Enid struggled again to lift herself upwards, finding that some of the poison inside her had worn off. Or was it because her body was now in fight or flight mode? She honestly didn't care, indefinitely relieved that her muscles weren't fully damaged.
Grunting, Enid pushed herself upwards. It was the hardest push up she had ever done in her life. Wednesday watched her from the other side of the bed, kicking the metal frame when Enid tried to lean against it. It chimed and grained its noise deep inside Enid's skull. She hoped she wouldn't have to hear that noise for long. It was jarring and unwelcoming.
"Ouch, what was that for?" Enid padded her ear, hoping the ringing would subside quickly. Since the room was empty, it echoed all around, signalling how desolate her surroundings were. A few of the candles blew out from their minor scuffle on the floor. Yet that was when Enid realised that the candles were not the only light source here. There was a small dangling lightbulb above, stripped to only the electrical wire and bulb. No cover, no protection.
It didn't take a genius to realise that the smell in the room was also from the wire, frying more than hair and a few curious fingers. Enid shivered in despair. What kind of fucked torture room was this?
Knowing that she was to live here made her wish she was dead already. Enid felt the heavy thump in her heart slow down, giving up in hope.
Another tick off Wednesday's checklist. "No comfort for pets. You can lean against the stone walls but not the bed. If you break the bed then you'll incur my wrath."
Enid almost wanted to roll her eyes. It sounded so stupid. Yet Wednesday was one step ahead of her.
Kicking the frame again, Enid's back bended forwards, almost slamming her forehead in her thighs. Wednesday took the opportunity to wisp back around, standing in front of her. Arms now were crossed against her chest, highlighting her bosom and the iridescent glow of her pristine black. Thin. Petite. It was a miracle that Wednesday could inflict so much damage upon a girl who could change into a werewolf on a whim.
"Wrath?" Enid asked.
She wasn't going to like the words describing her impending torture, yet sneakily she took this as a reprieve for her twinged and twisted back that needed a second to heal. That and also observe the state of her body when the little candlelight flickered her way. There was no telling if Wednesday would blow all the candles out and from her quick look at the slimey and bloodstained walls, Enid couldn't find a light switch. How very peculiar.
What Enid had worn tonight hadn't been anything extraordinary. Honestly quite plain, which relieved her a little. Torn denim jeans around her knees, the skin now brushed in lashes from the denim in her dusty fall, with a marred and spit stained lilac turtleneck. Since gaining control of her werewolf biology full-time, Enid had discovered she'd always ran a little hot, never really needing a jacket or a sweater in the early Autumn months.
At least, if it was any solace, Enid remembered to wear a bra, the padding saving her from scratching her nipples against the hard floor. Though she was for sure that Wednesday would strip her naked and flog her if she even hinted that it was a little too hot right now. To her, it felt like a sauna. Though this was the intended effect.
Wednesday had perfected her little process in her shack, knowing all the ways to breakdown her playthings. Enid wasn't the first, nor was she going to be the last. Although there was something pulling Wednesday like a tether, something exciting, something unexpected. If the blue flame in Enid's eyes was any indication of her biting back, then Wednesday knew she'd saviour the sadistic torture, rekindling her excitement like the first time she had discovered her whims.
And that was the most excited Wednesday had ever been, showing more than a smirk or two in company other than her family. In turn, this meant that Enid was special. Like a succulent piece of meat, meant to be eaten over the course of a week. Perfection to her unsatiated hunger, a stop short of killing.
Her infatuations were a sense of control, not a means of death. Wednesday loved all her little creations, never once wanting them to part from her. The unruely pacts, the odd exception.
So when Enid tried to match the stern look in Wednesday's eyes, she knew that her spark of life was still flickering strong. Her lesson thus far was nothing compared to the things she'd do to her come morning.
"How about I inflict some now? Let your body get a sense of it." Wednesday teased, though Enid wasn't so sure she meant it. Fingernails twirled against the pad of Wednesday's thumb, itching to inflict more pain on her newly acquired possession.
"I-I-I think I'm fine." Enid buffered. She huddled her legs towards her torso, bundling tight on the floor.
Wednesday lowly chuckled. She didn't need her full strength to pry coiled around arms from Enid's legs, easily untangling her pathetic protective embrace in a matter of seconds.
Dumbfounded, Enid parted her mouth, catching in a huge wiff of fetid piss nearby. The stentch was stifling and it was only then, with Wednesday parting open her legs, that Enid realised she had pissed herself. Her organ had just released it all, without warning too. Normally she felt the pang and irritation of her bladder begging to go, yet now, nothing. Not even a grimace. Nothing.
It was also then she realised that physical pain was not the only pain Wednesday had already inflicted upon her. It too had been psychological, bundled with emotional pain. Breaking her down already, letting her preconceived inhibitions loose.
Enid's bottom lip trembled as she tried to find Wednesday's face, scared to even admit that she had soiled her only pair of clothing. Wednesday exhaled, taking in a long drawn out sniff of the sight, expression unreadable.
A hand was raised. Enid flinched, shrugging her head into her shoulders.
Wednesday cackled, bringing down the hand in one fell swoop. It sliced through the air like a guillotine, colliding with the side of her face. Enid's balance was fragile, toppling over like a leaf. She hadn't expected the stinging to be so bad, leaving a pink gash of her fingertips marred in skin. Enid's shoulder fell to the side, smashing against the ground. It ached her bone, though not as badly as her cheek.
Hissing, Enid cradled her cheek as Wednesday watched. What a wreck she was. Things like this wouldn't have bothered the old Enid, but there was no telling what the drugs in her body were doing. Tears bursted from her eyes again, creating damp little dots against the dirt. Wednesday didn't offer her to eat them, waiting till Enid picked herself up for another round.
It took a few moments but Enid hoisted herself up with her elbow, only to be slapped down again. One of the rings on Wednesday's finger pinched skin, ripping apart the flesh in her slap. Enid screamed, feeling warm blood seep out the wound immediately. It throbbed and stung and applying pressure did nothing.
Wednesday took a step back, deeming her wrath over. Hands shook in the air, shaking away the piled sandy grime from Enid's face.
"So how did wrath taste like?"
Enid was a little apprehensive in asking but Wednesday twirled her hand, offering the floor. Gulping down, Enid realised she had bitten the inside of her cheek, flushing away more of her blood. It tasted vile sliding down her throat but it was better than spitting it out.
"It fucking hurt. You sure know how to slap." Enid answered.
"That's not all I know. There's plenty more you're body will be acquainted with, though for now, I'll let you simmer in your misery. I need you at least rested till the morning. That is, if you survive the night." She paused for effect. Enid didn't make a sound. No matter, she continued anyways. "Like I have mentioned, this is your home now. You will not try to escape it. I have a camera watching you at all times." Wednesday pointed to one of the dim corners, the dull red light was flashing.
"You see it? Good. This little device has lasted plenty before you, so don't try and destroy it. If you attempt to even swipe the air in that corner, you immediately will know you'll just gain my wrath."
That was all well and good however Enid didn't truly understand why she was there. "Why me though?" She croaked out. Her body shivered, more from the disgusting crinkle of her soiled jeans than the apparent coldness of Wednesday's words.
"Why anything?" Wednesday countered. "Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I like you?"
"You don't treat anyone you like, like this." Enid spat out. Some of her werewolf was returning. She felt the extend of her claws slowly slither out her hands, ready to be sharp and feisty. She wasn't inconspicuous, the sounds readily heard. Wednesday looked down at Enid trying to hide her natural weapons and huffed like this was no problem.
Enid was ready to swipe. She huddled low, aiming for below the knee. Wednesday stood in place, she wasn't afraid. Quite the contrary, she was prepared. She had stalked Enid from far, studied almost everything about the girl. It's what she did best. Recon information for personal use later, mainly to gain advantage over her infatuations.
"I hope you know that if you use those things then I'll just pluck them out of your nailbeds."
"I'd like to see you stop me." Enid growled. She was finally returning back to who she used to be. Maybe this outing would be short lived. As long as she could flee out the door, she would survive. Or so she thought.
Leaping from place, Enid found that she was met with a dodge, almost gaining another face of dirt. Knees scraped against the muck, flabbergasted her speed wasn't enough. Wednesday predicted such an encounter and grabbed the concealed knife from her boot, violently holding it against Enid's neck from behind. A few strands of snipped hair fluttered to the floor, ruining the blonde's haircut.
Her threat wasn't just words.
With Wednesday grappling Enid from behind, she found it hard to use her claws. Her range of movement was limited. Swinging again, Enid was met with nothing but air. Wednesday responded accordingly. The metal chill bit against her pale flesh, digging in deeper, ready to spill blood. Enid's eyes widened at her unnatural end, knowing that Wednesday wanted one thing.
"Put the claws away." Wednesday hissed near her ear, spitting venom in her eardrum. Her command tainted Enid, wanting to repel against the words. Yet the knife warned her again, cementing the blade deeper. A drop of blood singed out the thin slice. It would be the first of many if Enid didn't yield.
"Don't make me repeat it again." Wednesday warned. She really wasn't playing around. If Enid wanted to live, no matter how shit her life would be, she would have to surrender. And that meant surrendering her bratty snapback nature. The girl didn't want to relinquish her personality, though that's all Wednesday wanted to do.
Sighing in defeat, Enid knew that she failed in her one and only shot. The claws slithered back into her hands, returning her fingertips to normal. Wednesday inspected her uncovered hands with a glance and removed the knife. Enid fell backwards without support, closing her eyes with relief.
"See, that wasn't so hard."
"Shut up. Just shut up and lock me in. I've had enough." Enid said in defeat. She didn't want to entertain Wednesday's sadistic side anymore. All the poor stained girl wanted to do was sleep, deciding that the dusty floor was better than the squeaky and broken mattress.
"Fine. Only because this is your first night."
An arm was raised from Enid, covering a new batch of tears. Now from exhaustion. Wednesday simmered with an exhale and did a round around the room, making sure that there was nothing damgerous left over besides the springs. She normally wasn't meticulous in leaving any valuables around but this was Enid, the girl she'd had her eye on for the last three years.
One of the first she ever wanted to capture. What a chase this had been.
Satisfied enough in gaining Enid, Wednesday rubbed the bottom of her boots near the foot of Enid's bed, unwedging the slobber from the sole. The smell was pungent yet Enid didn't react. She was moody, just wanting the world to be done with her.
"Seems a little moot saying goodnight, yet I'll leave you with that." Wednesday concluded finishing off their first encounter, closing the door and locking it behind her.
The remaining candles flickered out from the breeze, leaving Enid to stew in darkness, with only dirt and a springy mattress for comfort. Honestly in the silence, where only her heart could be heard, she didn't quite mind it, hoping this was just one of her bad nightmares. Really hoping it was so.
Sadly, as an inch of light slithered from under the door, bringing forth shadows of the annoying next morning, it was not.