When I woke up, a strange cold air surrounded me. Where am I? What is this place? Cold gray walls, no windows, the atmosphere makes me shiver. Nothing seemed familiar to me, - on the contrary, this place somehow looked like a hospital or an old psychiatric room. I tried to get up from the rusty bed, desperately looking for a way out. Finding the door behind me, I tried to open it, but it was locked. "Hello?" I asked. "Is anyone here?" but I got no answer. Eventually, I sat back down on the floor; my hands slapped my cold knees. I was wearing shorts and a blue blouse, which was far too cold for this barren room. Okay, try to remember what happened before you passed out. My name is y/n. Good, at least I remember my name. But that was it. The rest was all black. Shit, who am I?
I noticed a small crackle on the doorknob, a few seconds later it opened. A slim woman, about my height, entered the room. She had dark red hair pinned up in a mysterious hairstyle. She wore a black dress that reminded me of Victorian fashion style. Her hand clasped a cane, in her other hand she holds a candlestick "Seems that you are finally awake." Her voice was deep and dangerous, and something told me that this woman was unpredictable. With a stern look, she looked me up and down and then her brown eyes focused on my y/e/c eyes. Normally I loved warm brown eyes because they always made me feel safe and confident. But not hers. Her eyes looked like they could stare right through my soul .... And for some reason, they seemed so familiar. A shiver ran down my spine at that thought.
"Are you deaf?" her sharp tone brought me back to reality. "What?", I asked. "Tse, tse, don't you have any manners?" The sound of her cane hitting the floor pierced the room and instantly she had my attention back. "I'm sorry. What did you say?" I whispered. "I asked if you know your name." she replied, "I'm y/n." The woman nodded. "So, you do remember." "But only my first name ..." I said meekly. "y/l/n." "What?" "First of all, it's 'excuse me,' and second, y/l/n is your last name," she sounded annoyed. "I'm sorry, Miss ..." "Venable. Wilhelmina Venable, but you only refer to me as Ms. Venable. Understood?" she said, her gaze still fixed on mine. I nodded slowly. "Good."
Something made me feel that for some reason she was relieved that I didn't know her name.
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Servant of evil | Ms. Venable x Reader
FanfictionThis story is your free ticket to get a ride on a rollercoaster of emotions ~ After being unconscious for two weeks, you wake up in Outpost 3, where you now have to serve Miss Venable as a grey. You don't think that you know her, but as time goes o...
