It had all started when a knock at her door was heard.

"Open up!" an angry voice demanded, fist rattling the door threatening to knock it down.

A fearful maid quickly rushed over to open it.

"Yes?" she questioned before being pushed aside roughly by a scruffy looking man in a trench coat, hat and sunglasses.

Another man followed, tall and thin with a small hump on his back. His nails were like claws as he used them to help himself keep steady on his feet, scratching at the walls as he passed through with the other man.

"Where is she?"

The maids in the room swallowed nervously at hearing the man question them.

"Where is she?" he asked again, taking a drag from his cigar.

"D-Downstairs in her study, sir." One finally spoke up.

The one in the hat nodded his head to the other, who followed him on to the lift. Once they were a floor lower, they headed right for her study.

"Donna!" he called out teasingly.

At hearing her name, she snapped her head up from her work and looked up.

"No, I won't let them take me." She panicked.

There was no time to phone for help as the phone was in the corridor, right were Miranda's two goons lie in wait for her.

"Come on out, Donna."

Standing so quickly, she knocked the chair over in her haste. Quickly going for the lever, she flicked it quickly to open a passage in which she then made her way out through to the other corridor.

"Donna!"

She ran around the corner, realising she'd forgotten her key only to now turn to be met with the tall skinny man.

"Don't run, Donna." He glared down on her.

"No please, Salvatore." She begged him.

He looked to her, but raised his head to call his partner.

"Karl, I have her!"

Donna could only cry as she slid down the door as footsteps were now heard. A smirk from the approaching man did nothing to ease her panic, with an exhale he expelled the smoke from his cigar once again.

"Mother calls," he grinned, reaching down to grab her by the arm.

"No please!" she begged, fighting against him as much as she could. "Karl, please."

"I can't go against, Mother. You know that," he reminded her.

"Please, I don't want to go!" she cried and begged him.

He dragged her through the house, the maids looking on in fear as they took their mistress right in front of them. What were they to do?

"Please!" she continued to beg the pair.

Roughly pushing her into a carriage, they sandwiched her between themselves knowing she'd bolt given the chance.

"Run, it'll just anger me more." He snarled as soon as the carriage came to a steady holt.

Donna was fueled by panic, once the door was open and Heisenberg was stepping out she chose to open the door at the opposite side, completely missing Salvatore's grip.

"Karl!" he shouted as she ran.

The other grunted as he dropped his hammer against the carriage to now give chase. She managed to get to the edge of the woods, when she was roughly shoved to the floor. A heavy boot came down upon her back, winding her.

"I don't want to go to her!" she cried as Heisenberg reached down to grab her by the throat.

"You don't have a say, stupid bitch!" he growled as he slammed her down.

"Karl, Mother will be angry if you damage her. She's meant for..."

"I know what she's meant for, idiot!" he snapped back at him.

Donna was pulled back up again, half dazed. She couldn't stand properly, which resulted in her now being thrown over Heisenberg's shoulder.

"The sooner we get this bitch to Mother, the better." He huffed.

Heading back, he was soon greeted by Miranda's assistants.

"Thank you, we'll take her from here." They told him.

He handed Donna over to go take his anger out on some of the failures there, leaving Salvatore to go back to working on his experiments.

"Miranda, we have her."

A tall woman turned around, a scowl on her face.

"The bed, now!" she pointed.

Donna was still not in her right mind as they dragged her to the bed to place her down upon it. Her wrists were restrained along with a strap over her chest and abdomen. Miranda was now pulling on a pair of gloves before walking over to her.

"Ah, Donna, my dearest daughter." The woman looked down on her, her hand caressing her cheek softly before wiping away her tears. "Shush now my dear, don't look so afraid."

Donna now sobbed as Miranda pulled away from her, waiting on her assistants to pull up Donna's dress to then prop her legs up.

"Now, my dear. Just relax," she soothed her.

Donna could do anything but relax as she pulled on her restraints.

"Donna, relax!" Miranda snapped at her. "You'll be the one that suffers, my child."

Donna didn't care, she didn't want this, she'd never asked for such a thing and now she was being used as Miranda's pawn to what? Birth this crazy woman's child?

"Noooo! Please stop!" she screamed.

Miranda held out her hand for one of her assistants to pass her something in which she now began. Donna screamed until she couldn't, having to deal with the pain and punishment Miranda brought to her.

"Now we wait," she sighed as she pulled off her gloves. "Put her in one of the cells, the cleanest you can. I want nothing happening to this child."

"Yes, Miranda." Her assistants nodded as the poor woman was dragged off, half out of it again.

She was settled into one of the cells, given food and water. Only she couldn't touch a thing, the throbbing pain had seen to that. But with that Miranda was more than annoyed at her for not eating. If she carried on, it would mean she'd end up being force fed. Something else which Donna would hate, but Miranda would so love.

xXx

"Not eating again," she tsked as she checked on the younger woman again. "Starving yourself is not going to help you."

Stepping back from the bars, she gestured for Heisenberg to come over.

"You know what to do," she told him. "And be careful."

"Yes, mother." He nodded opening the cage.

Donna didn't move from her curled up position upon the floor. She jumped roughly as a hand gripped her arm, forcing her to sit up.

"When you're ready," he called back.

Miranda walked in with a long tube in her hand, oh how she was going to enjoy this.

"Stop your squirming," Heisenberg snapped at her as Miranda now grabbed her by the jaw before forcing the tube down her throat.

Once the tube found its spot she forced the food down into the womans stomach. Filling her with water too. Once the torture was over Miranda had warned her she'd come and do the same thing again and again if she didn't start taking care of herself.

xXx

"Bring her out," Miranda ordered once again.

Donna was pulled out once again, she was slowly losing her resolve.

"Hurry up," she frowned.

They placed her down, not having to do anything to restrain her anymore.

"Vitals are good. Healthy heartbeat," she smiled. "I think we may..."

She frowned as Donna moaned loudly before turning to throw up over the side of the bed, narrowly missing one of the assistants.

"Get something down her again," she told the pair.

They nodded as they took Donna back to her cell, forcing her to eat and drink once again.

xXx

Everything was hurting, her belly was more rounded and swollen than she'd ever wanted it to become. She didn't want this, she didn't want to have this. Breaking down once again soon after her next check up, she allowed herself to let go for a while.

"You got it restrained, right?" she heard one of the assistants ask.

"Yeah, what the fuck do you think I am?" the familiar voice replied.

Wiping her face she turned from the cell door as the pair came into view, thankfully they passed.

"So, what you gonna do with it?"

"A few tests and then see if it's deemed fit for release. But first I have to make sure Miranda's vessel is eating."

Donna didn't bother as the door was unlocked, only this time she'd come to find that something was working on her side.

"Karl! Karl! It's es...es..."

"Spit it out!"

"Escaped," Salvatore panted heavily.

"Fuck!"

The assistant now fumbled with locking the door, thinking they'd actually locked it they then ran off. The familiar creak of the door was heard drawing Donna's attention. The door was opening, but no one was there.

Pushing herself to her feet, she headed for the door and looked out. The coast was clear, thankfully urging her on.

"Stop it from reaching the exit!"

Suddenly something jumped out in front of her, lips turned back in a snarl until the beast realised the woman standing in front of it was carrying. It's features softened until hearing the men coming back and suddenly it was gone again.

"I'll end up putting it down at this rate!" Heisenberg snarled as the creature lunged at him.

Donna quickly slipped through the corridor and out through the door to quickly take the steps as best she could. If it wasn't for the new addition, she would have gotten out easier. Huffing in annoyance and discomfort, she forced herself up and out. The cold air hit her warm skin immediately. She shivered before wrapping her arms around herself.

"Must get away," she pressed on.

She forced herself to press on, but the discomfort in her abdomen had her collapsing to her knees not far from Miranda's underground labs.

"I have to get up," she pushed herself. "I can't go back. I won't go back."

Pushing with all her might, fueled by the fear of returning back to that woman, she managed to make it to the crossroads. A path to the right of her would lead her up to the castle, but would Alcina willingly take her in? They weren't exactly friendly, seen as Alcina had always wanted to be the favourite. Though it wasn't like she hated Donna, just the other two.

"I'll take my chances," she thought as she made it up the pathway and over to the bridge, passing the few houses at the very bottom.

She eventually made it to the servants quarters, when she couldn't take anymore walking and collapsed on her side. Cursing Miranda for the things she'd put her through.

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She hadn't realised she'd been moved until jolting awake to find herself in a dimly lit room. A wet cloth had been placed upon her head. Something in the corner caught her eye suddenly as something in white moved over to the bed.

"You were the last person I would have expected to see in such a state," the woman in white spoke.

Donna leaned forwards, her hands coming to her face as she started to cry. To her surprise a hand was felt upon her back to start to rub soothing circles.