Wednesday awoke in a cage, with about six feet of space. She looked around, dissoriented and was about to play with her braids, as she often did when nervous. She reached for them but realized she had none. She felt around, panicked and felt the back of her head as well. She realized with horror that her hair had been cut down to two inches above her shoulders. It was extremely uneven. She looked down and found that she was clothed in merely a white sheet that had been made into a flowy dress. She had no shoes, nor makeup and was very dirty.

"Help!" She screamed. "Somebody help me!" It was the first time in her life that Wednesday Addams was this vulnerable.

"Oh, shut up." A voice commanded.

"Who's that?" Wednesday asked, nervously.

"My name is Lucinda."

Wednesday thought for a moment. "That voice... you're the one that was calling my name."

"Mm-hmm. And your mother's." Lucinda told her.

"Leave my mother alone!" Wednesday yelled.

"Not yet. Your mother must pay for what she did to me." Lucinda told her.

"She doesn't deserve this."

Lucinda chuckled. "Oh, but she does."

"No. She doesn't. But I've studied entities like yourself. I'm not afraid of you. You won't kill me, your trying to get to my mother." Wednesday said.

"No, you're wrong. I won't kill you yet. But soon, you will be dead. See, I need your heart for one last act. If I can consume your heart, I can live again. I can be free and have as many years on this earth as you do. However I can't consume your heart until it is weakened. Your heart is too strong right now." Explained Lucinda.

"That will never happen. My heart doesn't weaken. It only gets stronger. I don't care what you do, I will never submit to you."

"Ah, but, dear... you have no choice." Lucinda paused. "Let out the beast." She commanded.

Just then, four entities opened a second cage and a large beast ran out, charging at the cage Wednesday was in. It had the appearance of a mix of a bandersnatch and a demon. It was as large as a rhinoceros, had huge, green, tree-trunk-like horns and white fur with black eyes. There was dry blood on its mouth.

"The beast has been starving for days. So, he's a bit... hungry." Lucinda stated.

At this, Wednesday was thrown from her cage and onto the ground, directly in front of the monster. It flared its nostrils and roared louder than Tarzan. Angry and hungry, it began ripping at her flesh. It was not enough to kill her, but it was enough to make her believe she was being killed. It tore peices of her skin, and consumed them. Wednesday screamed but no one could hear her, and the entities who could did not care. This lasted for minutes but hours to Wednesday. When the beast was finished, as he was trained not to kill unless told, he charged at her, knocking her back into the cage, but also knocking her nearly unconcious.

"Soon, you'll be that beast, Wednesday." Lucinda taunted. "If you live that long." Those words were the last Wednesday heard until she passed out.