Capítulo 1: Chapter 1: Awakening
[ A/N: Disclaimer, the Main Character isn't a good person. They're not a "villain", they're a monster, nothing will be considered too far for her. I'm saying don't be surprised if they eat babies or something. Warning ahead, so you can now turn back if this is too much. ]
Elowynn struggled to pry her eyes open, her body heavy with an overwhelming weakness. But slowly, the weakness began to ebb, and she gradually managed to lift her eyelids.
"Where am I…" she murmured as she looked around.
Three children, appearing to be between six and ten years old, sat before her, each positioned at a corner of the dark room. A clear metal collar encircled each of their necks, shining through the darkness. They stared at her in unison, their expressions eerily silent.
Each child was dressed in dirty ragged clothes, clearly too big for their small frames.
Seeing this, Elowynn's voice softened as she tried to comfort them. "Are you little ones okay?" she asked gently, her concern evident. Though she had no idea what was happening, the bleak surroundings told her it was anything but good.
But in response, the children remained mute, their silence weighing heavily in the air.
A frown slowly crept across her face as the silence dragged on. Elowynn moved to approach one of the children. But as she rose, a sharp force yanked her by the throat, the suddenness of it knocking the wind out of her.
She gasped, choking on the breath she tried to catch, and doubled over, coughing violently.
"What the…?" Her hands instinctively reached for her throat, and to her horror, she felt the cold metal against her skin. Just like the children before, she was collared and chained.
However this moment of shock brought a sudden realization. She hadn't realized it before, but her hand—no, not just her hand, but her height, her entire body, even her voice—felt different. A different size, a different frequency. Everything about her had changed.
"I'm a… kid?!"
The sudden revelation shocked her, and panic set in as her breath quickened, thousands of thoughts rushing through her mind all at once.
'H-How did I get here?'
'Why can't I remember anything besides my name?!'
"This has to be a dream, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, a lucid dream. Those are a thing, right?"
Elowynn found herself frantically alternating between thinking and talking, desperately trying to come up with an excuse, anything to calm herself, though her efforts felt painfully futile.
As Elowynn sat, consumed by her thoughts, she didn't notice the growing sound of footsteps approaching. The other children, however, reacted instantly, pressing themselves deeper into the corners, their small bodies trembling as if they were trying to disappear into the walls themselves.
As the door creaked open, the sudden surge of light snapped Elowynn out of her trance.
A man entered the room, casually whistling a jaunty tone as he carried a bucket in one hand. He looked rough, with scars littering his muscular, sleeveless arms and a patch covering one of his eyes.
"Dinner time, kids," he muttered with a smirk, not bothering to glance their way. He strolled to the center of the room, and tipped the bucket over. A sludgy, meat-like substance splattered onto the dirty floor.
"Bon appétit," he added sarcastically before turning on his heel and leaving the room, the door slamming shut behind him.
The moment he was gone, as though triggered, the three children rushed toward the pile of sludge, frantically shoving handfuls into their mouths as if they hadn't eaten in days.
Elowynn stared silently at the starving children as they devoured the sludge. A sinking realization dawned on her—she wasn't in a position to worry about others. Survival was all that mattered now.
With that thought, she cautiously moved toward the sludge of food. As she rose, she noted that the chain connected to the collar around her neck had mysteriously lengthened, allowing her to inch closer to the food.
Eventually, she reached the middle, but unlike the other children, she didn't immediately start shoveling the food into her mouth. Disgust churned within her as she stared at the foul, unidentifiable mush before her.
Her stomach twisted, and she felt herself on the verge of throwing up. But with no other choice, she steeled herself, reaching down to grab a handful. She brought it to her mouth, taking a tentative, silent nibble
The taste was revolting. Her stomach rebelled instantly, causing her to dry-heave.
She stood there, hunched over, trying to recover. Sweat dripped down her brown as her gaze reluctantly returned to the sludge. With a trembling hand, she reached for another handful.
But just as she did, she felt a sudden, violent yank on her neck. The chain pulled her back forcefully, slamming her against the corner of the room. She gasped in pain, realizing the chain had shortened once again, keeping her away from the food.
Immediately afterward, the door creaked open. The same rough-looking man from before entered, a bucket in hand. He glanced at the leftover sludge and muttered under his breath, "Can't even finish the fucking scraps. Waste of spaces."
Without another word, he placed the bucket on the floor and casually flicked his hand. To Elowynn's astonishment, the sludge began to move on its own, seemingly drawn back into the bucket as if by magic.
"H-How?!"
Elowynn couldn't help but stutter as she witnessed the supernatural feat.
"What is thi–"
As Elowynn tried to speak, she was suddenly overwhelmed by a crushing force around her neck. Her gaze still fixated on the man, panic rose in her body as she saw his hand raised toward her, half clenched into a fist.
With each passing second, his hand continued to close, further cutting off her air. She desperately clawed at the collar, struggling for breath, but the pressure only grew stronger.
'I don't want to die!'
Primal fear surged through her body as her vision began to blur, dark spots crept in from the edges of her vision as she felt herself dying. As she teetered on the edge of consciousness, a warm liquid began to trickle down her leg.
Just as she was on the brink of passing out, the man's cold voice cut through the fog.
"I don't remember giving you permission to speak." WIth that, he released his grip. Elowynn collapsed, gasping for air, coughing violently as she tried to breathe.
But her desperate attempts for air only seemed to infuriate the man further. His expression darkened as she made more noise, and with a swift motion, he raised his hand toward her again.
"Fine, I'll give you something you cry about."
This time, searing pain shot through her body as her left leg snapped with a sickening crack. She felt as her bone splintered, a jagged edge tearing through her skin and protruding grotesquely.
"AHHH!" Elowynn's scream of agony echoed through the room, her body writhing in pain.
The man smiled slightly, his expression satisfied. "That's better," he said before turning and walking away, bucket in hand.
Elowynns groans of pain echoed through the emptiness as she writhed in agony.
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