quiet evening in Romania

Bela had never been the type to frequent people romantically, having a larger preference to pursue them to the literal sense and guts their intestins out. As for intruders, they had a special treatment in her torturing methods.

And Bela loved testing them like rats.

She was meet with you this time, a clueless survivor from a raided village.

A melodious, sadistic in it's octaves ecoed in the Castle you've dare wander through. Your eyes were frantically searching around when a swarm of irritating insects lurched on you—in mere seconds, you were pushed on the floor as a frame loomed over.

"Hmm.. look at what we have," The abominable blondie mused, her sickle piercing your calve as she dragged you to her quarters specifically into the laboratory. "You'll be in my new collections.."

By @kownigo — requested by @vixxxyyyyyyyyyyy