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Daniela had a little lamb.
Her feet were blood red against the snow.
And everywhere that Daniela went, the lamb sure had to go.
You ran, ran as fast as your legs would carry you. You didn't look back, you couldn't look back. Not after all the things you'd been put through.
"Run little lamb, but I will eventually find you!" you heard the cruel, sadistic voice of your torturer snarling right behind you.
Pushing opon the doors with all the strength you could muster, you collapse upon reaching the outside world. The thick snow cold against your bare legs. The dress you wore, torn from your attackers abuse.
"Once I catch you!" she now laughed.
Your heart pounded in your chest as you climbed back to your feet, turning the snow red as you did. It wouldn't be too hard to find you after all.
"Little lamb," you hear her.
Pushing on through the pain, the thick heavy snow hindering your every step and to make matters extra worse the wind picks up forcing you to try and see through a wall of thick falling snowflakes.
"Lamb, where are you?" you hear her faintly now, hoping you've put some distance between you and her.
There was no way she could become a swarm in this weather, so that was at least some comfort. The main problem you now faced was freezing to death. The open wound on your back seems to have stopped bleeding slightly, possibly due to the cold. But at least it's not searing with pain as much now.
"Lamb!" you hear once again as you push your body forwards, jaw clenched tightly to stop your teeth from chattering.
Soon you were feeling the strain, your arms that were wrapped around your body were doing nothing at all to help control your temperature. Finally succumbing to fatigue and cold, your knees go weak and you collapse into the thick snow.
Before you can fall forwards a pair of hands reach out through the snowy wall, snaking around your front to soon have her head follow suit. "Found you, my little lamb." You hear her whisper softly in your ear.
Her face then nuzzles into your neck as tears now stream down your face. You'd failed to outrun her again. What could possibly be your next punishment? After all she'd already taken a finger, your tongue, slashed your face and now thickly scarred your back.
"Don't do that to me," she nuzzles into you more. "I worry that something will happen to you, little lamb."
You silently sob as she wraps her arms around your body tighter.
"You run and I have to punish you," she sighs as she pulls up while brushing your hair aside. "You're freezing."
The tightness around your chest loosens up as she pulls away to now grab a fist full of your hair to drag you all the way back. You'd given up fighting against her long ago, now you let the pain take hold. It's not like you felt it as bad as you once had.
Once back at the castle, you're dragged up and inside, passing the frightened maids until she finally let's you go in front of the fireplace. You collapse to the floor, shaking from pain and cold. Your body instinctively curling up to preserve what body heat you have left.
"Poor little thing," another familiar voice is now heard as you look up to see the Lady of the Castle towering well over you.
She bends down on one knee to get closer to you, and what she does next shocks you. A thick fabric is draped over the top of you, followed by a gloved hand to stroke back your hair. You can't help but go with the touch until it's ripped away from you, leaving you wanting more. She turns as soon as her daughter returns.
"Mother?" she looked to her as Lady Dimitrescu now stands.
"I brought her a blanket for you," Alcina gestures.
"Thanks," the blonde smiles as she now bends down in her mother's place, her hands now grabbing hold of you to pull you up and into her arms.
She holds you to her as she did outside, though this time you're now feeling the nice warm heat of the fire. Her face nuzzles into your neck again, leaving soft kisses upon your skin. The blanket soon becomes a hindrance as the open wound on your back starts to bleed again, which then causes the blanket to stick to you painfully.
Eventually Daniela moves, taking the blanket from you or ripping it from you painfully.
"Sorry," she kisses you softly.
You lean forwards on your hands as she washes your back down before wrapping it up. But not before running her tongue through it first to then plant kisses all the way down.
"If you be a good little lamb, you may sleep with me tonight. But first you need your bell putting back on."
You sigh as she brings up the collar, with the small dangling bell on it to your neck. Once she's fastened it around you, she takes you by the hand to lead you to her room.
The bell around your neck let's people know you're there, but most importantly let's Dani know just where you are at all times. Once at her room, she strips you of your dress to give you a new one. You slip that one on and climb onto the bed, in which she points to.
"Good little lamb," she smiles as she strokes you softly.
Any little lamb would eventually become as strong as a ram. But over time you're growing weaker and eventually just deal with the fact that you're nothing more than a lamb to the daughter.