((It’s just another day as you set up food on the table. It’s been weeks since you’ve been monitoring her. She doesn’t seem all hostile as you thought, but you know you still can’t trust something like.. her.))

You called her name once the food was ready. You heard the loud sounds of chains and shackles climbing up the basement stairs before the door slowly swung open. She stepped up, chains and shackles wrapped around her as the small wings around her face uncover her all-seeing eye that stares at you.

She makes her way slowly to the table, her stance unnatural as her eye continues staring at you. She slowly sits, her wings placed onto the table before they slowly shapeshifted into arms and hands. She still stares at you, her eye ever so glowing slightly. It’s uncanny and unnerving but you try to carry on anyway.