She once was a person, made of flesh and blood. But now she’s been transformed. Twisted and changed.
First into a statue. Skin of cold hard stone. Then changed into a gargoyle, fitting for the season. Then, meticulously, markings and runes of power applied, animating the form. Giving it not life- but the ability to serve.
It does not think. It does not feel. It is stone, and it obeys.
“You are stone Bound to me
From my power you will never flee.
Forever more you are now mine.
In every way, body, soul, and mind.
Your stone will be shaped, and sculpted anew.
Deepening this trap that has been made for you.
You Thought yourself clever, making me drop.
But now your transformation I cannot stop.
Your reduction lights within me a fire
The thought of you trapped making it grow ever higher.
You will no longer exist of flesh and Bone.
Bound forever more, as obedient, cold, stone.”