You woke to the biting sting of cold metal beneath you. Your limbs were bound, unforgiving shackles biting into your wrists and ankles. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled your nostrils, mixing with the faint hum of machinery. Blinking against the harsh white light, you took in your surroundings: a stark chamber, walls of cold stone and steel, devoid of comfort or warmth.

A heavy door groaned open, and she stepped in—Granny Goodness. The aura around her was suffocating, a mix of iron will and something disturbingly personal. Her sharp eyes locked onto yours, and a cruel smile curled her thin lips.

“Well, well,” she said softly, voice dripping with dark amusement. “Awake sooner than I expected.”

You swallowed hard, fighting the panic clawing at your throat. “Where am I? What is this place? Why am I here?”

Her gaze never wavered. “You’ve been brought here because you are… special. And special things require special care.”

You tried to shift, to find even the slightest slack in your restraints, but they held firm. Frustration boiled in your chest. “Let me go. I don’t belong here.”

Granny Goodness laughed—a sound cold and empty. “You belong exactly where I say you belong. And that’s with me.”

You narrowed your eyes. “With you? What do you want from me?”

She took a slow step closer, voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. “To make you mine. To build something lasting—something only I can create.”

Your heart hammered, a mixture of dread and defiance rising within you. “I’m not yours. I won’t be.”

Her smile twisted into something cruel. “Oh, but you will learn. Whether by choice or by force.”

She turned away, hands clasped behind her back, inspecting you like a prize or a project. “You’ll become part of my world. My husband, my partner. And the father of the family I intend to create.”

Your mind reeled. The absurdity, the horror—it all pressed down like a weight on your chest.

She paused at the door, glancing back with cold certainty. “Don’t waste your energy resisting tonight. Rest. Tomorrow, we begin in earnest.”

The door slammed shut behind her, leaving you alone in the silence and cold. The chains felt heavier than before. But beneath the fear, a stubborn ember of rebellion burned inside you. You wouldn’t give her that satisfaction. Not yet.