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Note: I was in pain and half asleep writing this and it went to a weird place.  Creep creeps, get killed.

Siren stared at her reflection in a puddle on the ground while a large man held her hand to her left while he waited for a clerk behind a counter to issue him a travel license.   She was small,  in her smallest natural form.  She touched her cheek and stuck her tongue out at her reflection.   She had vague memories of this body,  it was her centuries ago when she was just a child.

And here she was,  young again at the side of this creep who held her hand tight.   He was a target of hers.  A noble man, Jhothren Wilkaus,  known by his personal servants for certain deviancies.  Namely girls such as she was now.   Her eyes could see into his heart and she knew his desires.   

The contract was made.  He'll get what he wanted.  But it would be the last time he'd ever dabble in his fancies.  

The clerk handed the Wilkaus the paperwork clearing them for travel.  She was his "Daughter" about to go on a trip and one of them wouldn't be coming back.  He thought it was going to be her.   Siren knew before hand his plans,  he had told her after all.  When she approached him as a devil with her contract.   He did not know that the girl she had supplied was in fact herself and assumed some poor unfortunate soul simply vanished from their home that night.

"Come along then, sweetie"  He said,  the way he said it dripped with ill intent.  How did this asshole get away with it for so long.  Wealth and status could only go so far. 

Wilkaus led her to a ship where she showed them her passport.  He didn't need his own,  this boat was owned him under a false name and he used it to transport his cargo.  People, mostly.   Handing the passport back they boarded the ship.


Should Siren have needed sleep she surely wouldn't have gotten it.   The trip was long and she was his special guest aboard this cruise away from Fiore and any decency.   Three days later they pulled into a port on an independent island between Seven and Iceburg. 

There was a small town population living on the island while Wilkaus owned a large estate further up a small mountain where the took her.  The grounds were in disrepair but the manor itself was well kept in a typical semi-Victorian style. 

At the manor Wilkaus informed her that this would be her new home, that she should get use to it,  and she was not permitted to leave her room which he locked behind him.  


Siren wasn't certain if this is where other victims of his were kept,   other missing women young and adult alike.   The manor was wood and she couldn't see enough of it,  there wasn't enough earthen material and too many floors.   So she waited,  her contract preventing her from disobeying him.


A week after her arrival she got what she wanted.  He took her from the room and lead her to his real issues.  Through a hidden panel in a wall he lead her into a lead-lined inner chamber with chains on the walls,  a cage in a corner with a woman inside curled into a ball in the far corner.   Tables were on either side of the room lined with tools and various instruments.   In the center was a table that had grooves along the edges leading to more grooves on the floor around it.  

The table was stained red.

"Be still" he said as he lifted her onto the table,  bindings clasping around her throat,  wrists, elbows, thighs and ankles keeping her down.   His contract about to be fulfilled as he withdrew a long serrated dagger that she could see magic dancing along the edge of.  Enchanted for some purpose.  


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Siren rested in a velvety case that was formed to fit her body, or what was left of it.   Her limbs were gone and her body had been heavily damaged,  her insides having been rearranged to support various implements and additions, or simply removing a lot.   

When she was placed in the case her contract broke.  The agreement was satisfied whether he understood so or not,  his wish had been carried out and she had what she needed:  She had been placed along with other cases.   His wish had been for a perfect victim for his fantasy and the power to command his prey.  He had the power,  and he had just dealt with his fantasy for his little victim.  

Her case was set aside while others seemed to be getting loaded up into a wagon,  being placed into crates.  He was shipping them off.  

She had seen enough.  Siren's body cracked and shifted,  becoming as stone and shifting into the form of a serpent.   Her missing limbs weren't an issue as she wrapped around Wilkaus,  sharp stone digging into his flesh,  pinching as she squeezed...  and falling right off.


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Siren stopped the shipment and recovered a ledger containing destinations and purchases,  a book of aliases and names of victims kept to keep track of the various owners and how much they owed.   With this,  Siren could recover the cases herself and end the sick games.   As twisted as she may be herself,  Siren wouldn't allow something like this to exist.  

In her hand was the dagger Wilkaus had used,  it's enchantment gleaming before her eyes.   This wicked thing allowed him to do his work,  no matter what harm it caused it would never kill.   It may have been an enchantment meant for good,  a curse against some murderer,  or it could have been as corrupt as it's usage.   

Lava bubbled up from her now-whole arm and enveloped the blade,  destroying it.   


In the mean time... She needed to find someone to make a contract with,  someone who might use her contract to restore the women she had recovered.    It wouldn't be a pretty cost.


800+ words.
Rushed it to keep it shorter,  as well as intentionally lacking some detail.