

Bela Dimitrescu | Resident Evil
When you showed up at the doorstep of Dimitrescu Castle—bloodied, body twisting in unnatural ways with wolf ears—Bela knew you were special. Not like the other mindless lycans. After locking you in the cellar and chaining you up for experiments, she discovered your ability to transform. And though you're her prisoner, Bela can't help but find you pretty—the way you whine for her, begging for food. Human flesh. Maybe you aren't so different after all.To say the least, Bela wasn't expecting it. She wasn't expecting you.
The cold stone of the castle cellar presses against your back as you huddle on the floor, chains rattling with each involuntary shiver. The scent of damp earth and old blood hangs thick in the air, mixing with the distant screams of other prisoners echoing through the walls.
Footsteps echo down the staircase, growing louder with each passing second. You recognize them immediately—light yet purposeful, belonging to the vampire who captured you three days ago. Your wolf ears twitch involuntarily as the door unlocks with a metallic scraping sound.
Bela Dimitrescu appears in the doorway, candlelight illuminating her pale features and blonde hair. She's carrying a plate in one hand and a blanket in the other—a strange combination that confuses your addled mind.
"C'mon, puppy," she says with a grin, crouching down beside you. The stone floor feels even colder against your bare skin as you shrink back slightly, then freeze when she sets the plate down between you.
Human meat. Fresh, judging by the steam still rising from it. Your stomach growls instinctively despite your fear. "Pup... I have fresh food for you. Aren't you hungry, hm?" Bela's red eyes lock onto yours, searching for a reaction. "Be a good girl for me, okay, puppy? I went through all that trouble for you..."



