Braginski was reluctant to obey the Queen or any of her servants. He was shackled to a chair and force fed. A tube inserted through the nostril, pumped his stomach with food until he was close to vomiting.

Natalia had found her way into his room. She climbed onto Ivan's lap and coiled his chain about her fingers. Her dress was adorned with lace and ribbons, giving her a striking resemblance to a porcelain doll.

"For now on you will call me, baby sister, and I will call you, big brother." Her voice was inordinately sugared.

Ivan was silent, his gaze distant. The Queen clutched him by the jaw, manipulating his head. Her eyes glistened with maliciousness.

"Your face pleases me." She spoke deeply. "A flawless trinket, despite your age. I plan to restore you fully, however, if I grant you limbs would I regret my kindness?"

"You will." Hissed Ivan.

"Pretty dolls are easily broken." Natalia grinned murderously. "You were very fond of your companion. It would be a shame if something happened, not so nice to him."

Teeth clenched, Braginski forced back his words.

"You learn quickly, Big Brother." She said while caressing his bloated stomach. "I will feed you more. There is room to spare."

"No. I will be sick."

"Is that what worries you?" Her voice was canorous. "I will make it so none will spill out."

She taped his mouth shut, tethering his head to the back of the chair. The drip of the feeding bag was clamped closed, it hung beside them.

"My Queen, Mr. Braginski will drown if he vomits." Williams stood in the doorway. "I fed him not long ago."

"I wish to fill him." Natalia said.

"If you must." Sighed Matthew, removing the tape. "You cannot cover his mouth, my Queen. I feel that you would be very displeased if he suffocated."

"Da. This is true, I would be with much disappointment." She nodded with an empty gaze.

"My Queen, let me assist you." Williams said. He loosened the clamp, letting the milky fluid flow steadily. "When you wish for it to stop, call for me. I will be standing guard outside the door."

"Thank you Williams." She said in monotone, returning to Braginski's lap.

The man bowed, smiling as he exited.

Ivan's breathing quickened, shutting his eyes. Natalia swept her hair back, watching his face inanimately.

"Are you in pain, Big Brother?" She asked, cupping his cheeks. Some of the liquid had come back up, it dribbled from the corner of his lip.

"Please, s-stop." Braginski gargled.

"I am enjoying myself. You want your dearest Baby Sister to be happy, da?"

She licked clean his chin.

"Feed me, Big Brother." She crooned, kissing him as she pressed against his stomach. From his mouth she drank, swallowing the overfill. "So sweet and warm."

Ivan coughed, splattering her dress. Matthew heard his struggle, quickly returning from the hall.

"My Queen, he has had enough. M-may I turn off the flow?" He said.

"Neyt." She spoke softly, observing the man drown. "Let him finish his meal."

The fight for air continued, til, the food bag had emptied. Exhausted, Braginski gasped for air, spitting up as he tried to stabilize. Natalia wiped her face and clung to the man's soaked shirt.

"Williams, go draw a bath." She said, lifting Ivan's chin. "We are dirty."

Ivan trembled. Eyes, a challenge to stay open.

"Now we are full, da?"

"Da, y-yes, Baby Sister." Braginski strained.

Matthew had prepared the bath, as advised. A layer of bubbles floated on the waters surface. Ivan was led by Natalia, pulled by the chain about his neck. One of the female servants helped them out of their soiled clothing.

"Big Brother." Called Natalia. She sat on the edge of tub and spread her legs for him. "Clean me."

Detached, Braginski got to his knees. The shackle clinked on the tile as he ran his tongue against her. He blocked out her moans and did not protest when she forced him closer. If it was to keep Alfred out of harms way, he would endure it.