Warning: Mennonites are not represented properly. I am not a Mennonite or Amish, obviously, so the way I am portraying them is not accurate. This is not meant to be mocking on that religion/lifestyle.

Narrator's POV

"Muma?!" The girls exclaimed, happiness clear in their eyes

"What?" Ciel asked, utter confused, "I'm seventeen, I'm not your mother."

The man glared daggers into him, solving him, "Mother is confused, you girls go play while I help him remember."

The three nodded and left, going back outside.

Not that they were alone, the man's attention returned to him, "You ran away after you gave birth to our youngest, darling, but now you're back."

"Now, let's get you mentally reacquainted with the family." The black haired man happily said, "First off is Lizzy —or as we call her, Baby Doll—, and Alois —who we call Butterfly— are twins, both of them are sixteen now. Elizabeth is older by a few minutes since she was born just before midnight and Alois was born a few minutes after. Since they have different birth dates, we always celebrate them on different days."

Ciel just nodded, terrified.

"Sieglinde, her nickname is Witch, is fourteen. And she's a genius, she's the one that figured out how to give us electricity using the energy from the river." The crimson eyed man added, pride clear in his voice, "And then there's me, your husband, Sebastian."

"Okay." Ciel stuttered, pulling on his chain as he shifted

"Oh, yes, let's get you moved." Sebastian smiled, freeing Cie from his chain and scooping hik into his arms

Ciel was carried up stairs into the master bedroom, "I gave Sieglinde our old room, sweetheart, it's easier on her that way, so we're upstairs now. I've tried to rearrange everything to be just like it was when you left."

Sebastian set Ciel onto a plush bed and handcuffed his left hand to a chain that wrapped around the bed post.

He then left, claiming he'd return to take Ciel to dinner.

Ciel sighed as he heard the door close, at least only his left hand was bound this time.

Turning, Ciel opened the drawer to the nightstand, finding a small journal bound in purple leather.

Opening it, Ciel read, "Property of Angela Michaelis neé Blanc."

The blunette was instantly intrigued: was this the wife he was being mistaken for?

He turned the page and read the first entry, which was dated August 27, 1989 —eighteen years ago as it was currently summer of 2007!

"Hello, Diary! I'm going to use you to record my life as a newly married woman. Now that im Mrs. Michaelis, life has changed drastically but I knew what I signed up for when I married Sebastian.

He grew up a strict Mennonite home without any modern amenities and while he has rejected their religion —and religion itself in general—, he is fond of their lifestyle. So currently our home —seeing that I've moved into his farmhouse— is without running water, electricity or air conditioning.

Sebastian has promised to get all of those things for me though, and he's promised to compromise on other modern things I want. Though he is flat on refusing to allow telephones, televisions, computers, or a car into his home. He's fine with my cds and discman, so that's a plus.

I'm going to try to talk him into getting a radio and a landline. I'll tell him the latter is just for emergencies. He'll get used to it, eventually."

The next few dozen entires were pretty bland, just describing daily life and the installation of the air conditioning, plumping and electricity.

Around when the diary BBC maimed was May 1990, Angela told her diary that she had missed her second period and had gone into the town to buy a pregnancy test from the drug store and it came back positive.

The following dozen entries described her pregnancy and how it was developing and how she was already getting the nursery ready.

Things changed in July, when she wrote that there had been a mine collapse that killed nearly every man in town. Now everyone was moving away and she wanted to join them but Sebastian was refusing.

By late November, Angela wrote that she couldn't take it anymore and was planning to leave and raise the baby alone away from him.

The following entry was dated December 31, 1990, claiming that Sebastian had found her after she had had a miscarriage and lost the baby.

It was almost chilling to know she had spent the following few years chained up in bed just as he was now, getting pregnant again and birthing twins: a boy and a girl named Alois and Elizabeth.

That was odd, he could've sworn Alois was a girl, he'd find out more later.

At this point, the diary became a short story and eventually became a diary again, the first new entry saying that the date was May 6, 1993. This entry read,

"Hello again, Diary, I'm writing this mere hours after giving birth to Sieglinde, my fourth and hopefully final child with Sebastian. I'm looking at her little face as I write this, feeling a pain as I look at her tiny feet. This poor baby was born with deformed feet, it looks like the pictures I once saw online about Chinese Feet Binding. I'm not having any more kids, not with the risk of more deformities. She'll never have a fulfilling life, so I don't mind leaving her and the other kids here to try escape again. Now that Sebastian thinks I've given in he's stopped chaining me. I'm leaving tonight."

And it seemed she had been successful as that was the final entry...