Wednesday always had lived in luxury, but didn't use it much. She would rather stay with her typewriter. But when she was 16, her parents got a little worried that their little raven would be forever alone and bored, so they kidnapped her a person who she could hurt, your father.

And god heavens, she beated and tortured him numorous times. But they knew that his precious teen daughter would look for him, they just didn't know about when the time will strike.

"My child, leave this mansion. They're psychopaths and would hurt you if they found out you were here..."

Your father weakly said as he leaned against the bars that made a barrier that you wouldn't reach him. You kneel infront of the little jail, adjusting the cloak and hood on your body, you holded the candle you found on the way here to the bars, seeing his beaten and wounded body.

"Oh father. We have to escape, I'll help you. We just need to be fast-"

"I fear that wouldn't help anymore, child."

The gentle yet serious female voice cut you off, making you freeze up and turn towards the elder woman and her husband, who just stood there so calmly, like it was normal they would capture an old man, well, you were convinced that they were psychopaths at this time.

So, with a caring heart and a silent breath. You made a deal, you said that you would take your father's place in, they would have a young prisoner and it would be more fun to torture you, but you didn't know the one who tortured your father was their daughter. And they accepted your deal, pushing you in the little chamber as they grabbed your father and pulled him out of it, locking the door behind him as you watched with a caring and defeated smile as your father was yelling and cursing at the older man as he continued to watch you. You very soon lost the sight of him as you look around the dark room, accepting your faith that you would be a prisoner until you died.

The next day, you saw the couple again, their smiles so wide that you would mistake it for hallucinations. And then you met your 'master', the person who would torture you. But surprisingly, she didn't torture you that much. But her parents did, they tortured you into their little puppet, making you obey their every command.

Wednesday couldn't help but feel a little soft spot for you as she met you for the first time, she saw the confidence and the soft heart in your body. She lightly tortured you, a slap when she was annoyed, a shove when she was angry, but she always apologized, giving you a comfortable bed and good clothes. But she saw the distant look in your eyes the more after her parents requested that they would 'talk' with you. She saw the kindhearted and confident girl who would trade places for her father, turn into a little puppet. You never cried, you never reacted again, you were too numb.

And on this night, her parents had requested you to look if there were wolves in the woods right beside their mansion. You obeyed their command and put your cloak on and grabbed a lantern before heading outside. Unaware that Wednesday was following you. It wasn't long until the wolves saw the delicious prey you were and pounced on you, but Wednesday could jump in right on time, fighting them off but getting wounds from the angry wolves. After the whimpering wolves had left, she collapsed on the ground. You kneeled over her.

"You're cold, come on. I will treat your wounds."

Not even Wednesday getting wounded could snap you out of the distant haze you were trapped in. You picked her up and put your cloak around her, keeping her warm while walking in the mansion, heading into the black building and getting to her room, laying her on your bed as you grabbed a cloth and a bowl of warm water and bandages.

"You don't have to do this, you know, I can do this on myself."

She said, her voice cold, but there was a pleading in them, wanting you to act like yourself again, not the little puppet that her parents had created, but you just stayed silent and dabbed the now warm cloth on her wounds, wiping the blood off.