Being her minion wasn’t all that hard. It wasn’t pleasant, but it was a lot better than being her victim.

Her name was ever changing, matching whatever poor soul she was trapping’s mother. You always just called her ‘miss’ or simply ‘Beldam’.

She fixed you, of course. She took you in from that awful world above and fixed you. You kept your eyes, after much pleading, but only because she eventually saw how beautiful they were. It was like she could see every emotion dancing in your iris. And she liked knowing your emotions. You were much easier to manipulate like that.

You wobbled into the large house, your mind hazy and your eyes half-lidded from exhaustion.

You peeked into the kitchen, looking for your mistress with sleepy eyes. Where was she? You had expected her warm voice to beckon you, but you couldn’t find her..