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There was a girl…hidden beneath a mansion, no one knew of her existence, and no one had ever seen her face, locked in a basement with no chance of ever seeing the sun or the moon.

Enid was her name.

She was chained up with no escape. Enid’s legs were chained to a wall, her hands were chained to the ground, and she wore rags made of hand-me-down clothes. Having only been fed mouldy bread, since she could have solid food.

Enid was never allowed to call her parents, well hers. She would stare at the corners of her cell, waiting for someone to give her attention. If she were allowed to speak she would ask for help.

Enid wanted people to know she existed, sometimes, the ones who fed her even forgot she existed, she would wait for food, having never been able to eat…Enid would sit on the floor hugging her legs with her head down.

She would stare at the place that opens and closes for people to enter. Not knowing what it was called. Once in a while, she could hear people, but the moment her chains rattles, someone would come in holding a whip.

Enid once heard the word, ‘useless’, but she didn’t know what it meant she simply knew it meant that she wasn’t a good thing. She would cover her head when she was kicked or punched, but it was useless as she was hit even harder.

Now she does the same every day, she would sit in the same spot, looks at the same spot and wait for someone. Today, the door opened and there stood a proud woman.

Enid tried to squish herself further into a ball, but to no chance, as the woman grabbed her by her hair and held Enid down. The guards were quick to unchain the chains that held Enid to the wall and left.

Enid was then dragged out of the cell and they were headed in a direction unknown to Enid. Until they reach another room and Enid was thrown right into the room. A room with light, Enid’s eyes were bright with curiosity until she realise there were others staring at her.

M: “And who is this child?”

ES: “Enid. Her name is Enid.”

M: “How old is she?”

ES: “I’m not quite sure myself.”

Someone had walked behind Enid and placed a metal collar around her neck. Enid shut her eyes out of fear but she didn’t even try to fight back.

M: “I am unsure as to whether she would mind someone like this, howbeit, she stayed as still as possible even when the collar was placed. Thus, I shall take her.”

ES: “Very well then. Let us proceed with the signing.”

Enid couldn’t understand what was happening. She stayed as still as she could not wanting to be hit again.

M: “Lurch, please bring her to the car and wait for me, we need to pick up Wednesday after this.”

A groan was heard and Enid was suddenly lifted up by a man, the poor girl became as stiff as a board; not daring to move a muscle or even breathe.

Once they reach the limo, Lurch opened the door and gently set Enid down on the seat. The blonde girl hugged her knees tightly as she curled into a ball.

Even when Lurch closed the car door with a loud bang, Enid still flinch and tried to curl up even more. Lurch then move to the door and blocked it from being opened.

The poor girl looked about ready to cry, she thought that if she stayed quiet her mistress would collect her, but even after Morticia got into the car and they were preparing to leave, her mistress never even turned up.

M: “Enid…?”

Enid flinched when she heard the woman in black call out an unfamiliar word. She didn’t know her name, Enid didn’t know that ‘Enid’ was her name.

Nonetheless, she slowly turn her head to the woman, her heart thumping heavily in her chest, and she was sweating heavily.

Morticia looked at the child, she took note of her hollowed cheeks, the dirty blonde locks and the ragged attire the girl was in. She noticed the bruises under the chains.

M: “Do you know your name, dear?”

Enid shook her head slowly.

M: “Your name is Enid, from today onwards, you are Enid.”

Enid nods her head obediently.

M: “My name is Morticia, my husband calls me Tish, my children call me mother, you may address me as mother too if you like.”

E: “Mistress?”

Enid had whispered out, never having permission to speak, she feared for her life.

M: “I am not your mistress.”

Morticia had said, but her tone sounded angry, this made Enid shrink back into the ball preparing to receive a hit to her face.

However, the pain never came. Morticia simply stared at the child.

E: “Why do you not hit me?”

Enid had asked in a raspy voice having not used her voice for speaking and only for screaming and whimpering in pain.

M: “For whatever reason should I being hitting you?”

Morticia tilts her head slightly.

E: “Did…Enid not offend you? Enid made you angry so…Enid should be punished, right? Because Enid is wrong.”

Enid was curious, she couldn’t understand why this woman wouldn’t punish her when she deserve it. Was it because she was waiting until Enid makes a bigger mistake? Or that Enid was too lowly of a thing to be punished?

M: “You did not do anything wrong, you simply did as you were taught, I am not angry at you, I am angry at Esther Sinclair.”

E: “The Mistress? Is it because Enid isn’t properly trained? I’m sorry…”

M: “It is not your fault, now as I was saying we will talk more about this once we have pick Wednesday up.”

E: “Mistress Wednesday?”

M: “Enid, let’s change the topic. Do you know how old you are?”

Enid shook her head.

M: “When was the last time you ate?”

E: “Enid doesn’t know.”

M: “Have you ever seen what the outside of your room looked like?”

Enid shook her head once more.

M: “Were you ever touch in places you felt uncomfortable?”

E: “Enid was used as a sex slave…since Enid started bleeding down there.”

Enid heard Morticia taking a deep breath.

M: “Have your ever slept on a bed?”

E: “What is a bed?”

Enid tilt her head to the side in curiosity, Morticia was simply stunt by the girl’s question.

M: “Enid when do you sleep?”

E: “When I’m allowed to…”

M: “And when is that?”

E: “When the mistress hits me until…I sleep?”

Saying Morticia Addams was mad was an understatement. She was ready to kill Esther Sinclair.

E: “Enid will be allowed to sleep?”

M: “Of course, one must never elude sleep unless sleep eludes you.”

E: “What does elude mean?”

M: “It means to avoid.”

Enid didn’t understand but still, she nodded her head. Soon, they heard Lurch groan and the car came to a stop.

M: “Lurch please help Wednesday with baggages, I am sure she has some new knives that she bought recently.”

Lurch got out of the car and there was a loud silence surrounding the two left behind. Morticia tried to move closer to Enid but Enid would shrink further into the ball, with fearful eyes.

Suddenly the car door opens, and a girl cladded in a black dress, got into the car. Her never blinking eyes stares at Enid, making the poor girl tremble for her life.

W: “Mother, have you gotten a new pet?”

M: “Hmm, yes it has that meaning but she was meant to be a helper for you.”

W: “Mother, in which corner of my father’s mind, brought the thought that I would require a servant?”

E: “Y-you…can hit E-enid when y-you are m-mad…Enid won’t fight back.”

W: “Silence. I never asked you.”

E: “Sorry, sorry.”

Enid covered her mouth and stayed in her spot not moving.

M: “For now, we need to get her into shape before we can allow anything.”

W: “Hmm, do you at least have her past records?”

M: “I do not, I never even knew of her existence until Esther Sinclair gave her to me as peace treaty.”

W: “Tell me you do not trust that hag of a woman.”

M: “Of course not, dear.”

The rest of the car ride was silent, Enid even tried to control her breathing so as to avoid making a single sound.

Once they reach the manor, everyone got off, all except Enid. Wednesday went in and said two words.

W: “Get out.”

Enid scrambled after the gothic girl. She stayed behind the girl and kept her head down, not even daring to look up to enjoy the surrounding view.

W: “What did you say your name was?”

E: “E-enid…mistress gave me the name Enid.”

W: “Very well, Enid. From today onwards you help Lurch around the house. If you need anything ask mother. Mother, I’ll leave first.”

M: “I’ll ring you when it's time for dinner. Lurch, bring Enid to the room closest to Wednesday.”

Lurch groaned and left, Enid was quick to follow right behind him. Enid took note of her surrounding area but she wasn’t really there. Her physical self was there, but the mental one…

Once they reach the room next to Wednesday’s, Lurch opened the door for her and Enid took a quick peek at the room and saw things she never saw before.

She walk in and Lurch quickly close the door and left.

‘Yes…no one wants to be near Enid…’

Enid walks towards the bed and presses a hand to the bed, she felt sunk into the bed, Enid’s eyes were shining, she never felt such a nice thing in her entire life.

M: “Enid, how are you holding up?”

E: “M-mistress! Enid is doing good…”

Morticia smiled, she was glad to hear Enid’s response.

M: “I have found out how old you are.”

Enid looked at her with a quiet expression.

M: “You are the same age as Wednesday. You are sixteen this year.”

E: “Sixteen?”

Enid tilts her head to the side. Morticia didn’t understand if it was something she had said.

M: “Is something wrong?”

E: “What is sixteen?”

M: “A number.”

Enid fiddled with her fingers not understanding what Morticia had said. Morticia decided it was best she change the subject.

M: “How do you like you room?”

E: “Nice. Enid can stay here? Enid doesn’t have to stay in a cell? Enid no need chains?”

Morticia had noticed the girl’s questions were mostly about avoiding pain. When she first saw Enid, she took notice of the child’s wrists and ankles, how they were bruised and covered in scars.

M: “There will be no chains to hold you down, this not a cell but a room for you.”

E: “Enid is grateful…But Enid doesn’t deserve such nice things.”

Morticia flinched at the honest words of the child. She never held back when it was about how bad she was, how useless she was yet she always looked like she was begging for someone to love her.

M: “Enid, you mustn't say such things. You do deserve such things.”

E: “Enid won’t be used as a sex slave anymore?”

M: “You won’t.”

E: “I-if Enid fought back…Enid won’t be punish with a hot metal?”

M: “You won’t.”

E: “If E-enid begs for food when E-enid is hungry…mistress would give Enid?”

M: “You won’t even have to beg for it.”

E: “E-enid can ask for a blah-blankie if Enid gets cold? You won’t use a hot metal to hit Enid in the stomach?”

M: “I promise, it will never happen. No one in this family would ever do such a thing to you.”

E: “Does Enid have to clean the house? Enid can clean, cook and do anything else you want Enid to…But mistress has to pinkie promise not to hit o-or scold Enid if Enid fails.”

M: “I promise. Cross my heart and wish to die, if I break this promise, I’ll eat a million knives.”

Enid’s eyes were shining…she finally had someone who heard her pleas. Enid started crying for the first time since she was taught not to, she cried.

E: “...Th-THANK YOU! WAAAAaaaaAAAAHHHH!”

M: “It’s alright now, you can let it all out.”

Morticia moved and held her hands out to the girl, the girl didn’t know what was happening.

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M: “Come, into my arms.”

Enid hesitated but still moved towards the older woman, suddenly she was engulfed in a warmth she never felt before.

Enid relaxed into the arms of the taller woman, unknown to them, Wednesday was lurking outside the room and heard their conversation.

Wednesday then left just as the door opened, she had dragged Pugsley with her.

Pg: “Why exactly am I going with you?”

W: “I need to burn a building down, Tara, Sam and Amber are coming to visit, I need you to pick them up and I need some of your M-80s.”

Pg: “You do realise my M-80s have stronger firepower than the standard ones sold?”

W: “Do not treat me as a foolish person, just give them to me.”

Pugsley shrugged his shoulders and handed Wednesday seven handfuls worth of M-80s, the gothic girl had smirked before shoving them into her hidden pockets in her attire.

She then turned and began walking towards the house garage, making sure her brother was behind her simultaneously.

Once they reached the garage, Wednesday pulled out her car key and unlocked her car. Pugsley had quickly slipped into the passenger side to ensure he was ready, Wednesday stepped onto the gas pedal and drove off at hell’s speed.

They first stopped by the Sinclair clan’s main home where Esther Sinclair stay at, Wednesday got out of the car and walked to the door, only for the guards to stop her.

G1: “May I know who you are?”

W: “What imbecile dares to stop me?”

PG: “He must be real stupid in that case.”

Pugsley called out from the car when he heard his sister.

W: “Go and fetch Tara, Sam and Amber from the airport I’ll meet you back here once you reach.”

Pugsley quickly drove off not daring to disobey his sister. Wednesday looked at the guard while the guard had sweat dripping off his forehead.

W: “Tell me, do you know Enid?”

G1: “Who?”

W: “The omega werewolf your clan was raising as a toy.”

G2: “You mean the fucking slut! She was a great toy ain’t she? Her screams were so pleasant to hear-huh?”

Suddenly a silver dagger was lodged in the chest of the guard who was talking. While the other one was about to scream his head off the same silver stab into his neck.

W: “Perhaps you know who I am now.”

The guard who was alive was nodding his heading frantically, trying to get away from the girl in front of her. Without even hesitating, Wednesday pulled the same silver knife and stabbed it into the fallen man’s chest, staring into the man’s eyes as the life faded from his eyes.

Once Wednesday confirmed the man was dead, she grabbed the keys from the man’s belt and walked towards the door, taking note that the other guard’s body was lying against the wall and blood was everywhere except the girl.

Wednesday then unlocked the door and walked in, she saw some women and girls cowering from her, many covered in scars and fresh wounds as well as bruises.

They feared her, but not the same the men feared her.

W: “You. What happened?”

The woman covered her head and was trembling, the same thing Enid would do. One of the older girls spoke up.

“We are…the omegas.”

W: “What are your names?”

“We don’t have names.”

Another one spoke out. Wednesday clenched her fist in anger.

W: “Why are all of you covered in wounds, bruises? Were none of you fed?”

“What are wounds? Fed?”

The same girl spoke out once more. She looked no older than the age of 16.

W: “Where are the rest of you?”

“Mistress is using them…”

W: “Bring me to her.”

“We are n-not allow-wed to leave.”

W: “Would you like to leave this place?”

“Wh-what?”

W: “Leave this place. Would you like to?”

“Ye-yes…”

W: “Good, wait outside, all of you.”

The girls all quickly rush for the door and the moment they felt the sunlight hit their skin, they all sighed at the sight and the feeling.

But none made the move to run, they took a seat on the ground.

Wednesday had already left, not turning around to see their faces. She had pulled out her phone and called Lurch to bring as many new clothes as he could fit into the car.

When she got to the office of Esther Sinclair, she could hear yelling and apologies being said over and over again. She kicked open the door and with a stoic face, her hands in her pocket she walked into the room.

Es: “Lady Wednesday…”

W: “What you’re not going to take a seat or welcome me?”

Es: “N-no, of course not, welcome to the Sinclair’s clan humble abode.”

W: “Girl, get out, go and find the rest, and stay with them.”

The girl didn’t move she was the size of a five-year-old.

W: “I said, Get out!”

This time the girl scrambled to her feet and dash out the door.

W: “Now, where was I?”

Wednesday said as she took a seat. Esther took her own seat as well, not before serving Wednesday a cup of black coffee.

W: “How old is Enid SInclair? Who is her mother?”

Es: “Miss Wednesday, the omega’s mother is me and I believe she is about sixteen this year.”

W: “So you tortured her.”

Es: “Hmm, yes, it is fun after all and she is an omega, they are considered lower than trash in our clan.”