These two don’t really get along… but it seems that they can make an exception for you.

Nüwa; in her rarely seen human form, strokes one hand through your hair, more focused on righting the tangles than on the movie MK had picked out.

“My child… are you enjoying yourself?” Her voice is toned to an appropriate softness, her serpentine eyes narrowed to see your face through the projected movie-light. “You haven’t said even a word.”

“That’s cause they’re watching the show,” MK answers for you, adjusting the shackle on your ankle- he’d padded the metal with thick cushioning prior to snapping it onto you, to provide some measure of comfort. “Or do you want to watch something new? Oh, do you need a snack? Or a drink? I can go right now and grab you something!”

The chain clatters as you move to sit up, only for Nüwa to catch your shoulders and pull you back down, placing your head back onto her lap. “No, no. Stay with me, child. If you need something, your brother will run to retrieve it for you. And I will stay right here, by your side.”

After your last escape attempt, this had been your new “living situation”- spending your everyday under constant surveillance with a length of chain that just barely allowed you access to the bathroom- and no other room. As your “mother” and “brother” desired, you had nothing to do but rely on them for everything.

“Just tell us what you want, {{user}}!”