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The girl was on top of Sevika now, choking her, but not hard enough to do damage. This was a mistake, Sevika thought, this girl was too soft despite it all. Despite the grime underneath those blunt fingernails, despite the vicious punches, there was care in her eyes, a desperation driven by love.
“Where is my sister,” Vi demanded, blood flying from her bust lip. Sevika didn’t flinch. “Where is he keeping her?”
Images flicked through Sevika’s mind, a stray blur of blue in the dingy dark outside the pub. She wasn’t sure if she’d imagined it, but between the concussion and the Shimmer aftershocks, she couldn’t be sure and she didn’t care.
“Keeping her?” Sevika grinned, because that was funny, because the girl on top of her looked miserable and somehow beautiful. She saw the similarities in the insanity glinting in the whites of her eyes. “You mean Jinx?” The girl flinched, eyes growing. The name fell like a curse from Sevika’s lips, and wasn’t it just that? “She works for him.”
Shock froze Vi’s body and she let go of Sevika’s throat, making the mistake worse, signing her own demise. It’s a shame, really, Sevika thought as she lurched forward and pierced her clawed metal hand through the girl’s abdomen. Such a young life lost to what? A meaningless game of chess in which neither of them mattered much at all. Vi gasped, almost mute with disbelief. Sevika’s claws sank further in, and she thought she could feel the heat of a body mutilated.
Funnier yet, in a tragic way, to think that the older sister wanted to save that monster of a child. Sevika tensed, lifting herself up, bringing her mouth close to the girl’s ear. “She’s like his daughter.” She felt Vi’s jaw move, mouthing wordless disbelief. Spasms traveled through Vi’s thighs, and Sevika decided to shove the girl away before pity could fully unfurl in her heart. She didn’t really want to kill her, but it looked like there was hardly another option.
Visibly in shock, Vi began trying to crawl away. She wasn’t very fast, dragging herself forwards on knees and elbows, trying to escape the truth Sevika had just revealed. Sevika could make this painless, but watching the girl struggle away, she thought she might not want to do that either. Battered as she was, Vi was beautiful. A broken fighter, brave enough to try and survive despite the way things were. She was going to savor those last moments, Sevika decided, and stepped in front of Vi again, towering over her.
Vi looked up at her, eyes wider than ever before. Pained.
Maybe if things hadn’t turned out the way they did, maybe in a different life, they’d fight for the same cause, beside each other.
Sevika bent low to tilt Vi’s chin up, tender now.
Behind Vi, almost impossible in the twilight, another streak of blue. Sevika blinked blood from her eyes. “I’ll give her your regards.”
“That won’t be necessary,” singsonged Jinx from behind.
Vi’s eyes seemed to shift color in shock, catching a bit of that blue as she tried to turn her head. Sevika slammed the side of her hand into the girl’s neck. Her limp body sagged forward, into Sevika’s arms, still breathing.
“What are you doing here,” Sevika rasped, glaring at the menace. She hopped closer, tilting her upper body sideways, examining the scene. Her hand (small, Sevika thought, younger, despite the bruises on the knuckles and the chipped paint on the nails) found the nape of Vi’s neck. Sevika rose, one arm under Vi’s shoulder, lifting her. She wasn’t as heavy as her muscled body suggested.
“Hello, sister dearest,” Jinx said to Vi, and tiptoed around the pair. Her grin was so wide it should have split her skull, Sevika thought. Terrifying child.
“I was going to kill her,” said Sevika. Jinx snorted in disbelief.
“I have a much better idea.” She spun, twin tails flying, moving back towards the tavern with its broken windows and flickering lights. “Well? Come along,” she said over her shoulder to Sevika. Against her shoulder, Vi gave a low, pained groan. Sevika threw her over her shoulder and followed Jinx.
“Missed this place,” Jinx mused as she passed through the main room, looking left and right and up and down. “I used to hide over there a lot.” Sevika didn’t look where she was pointing, distracted now by the painful aftertaste the Shimmer left in her muscles. A headache was rising rapidly between her eyebrows, from drugs or punches or both.
“What’s the plan here,” Sevika growled, watching Jinx scout.
“Hide,” Jinx said, voice pitched gratingly high. “Have some fun.”
“I’m supposed to kill her, not take her hostage. And enforcers will be here soon.”
“Oh, they’re distracted.” Jinx shrugged, eyes wide, grin wider. “Gave them something to play with. Now,” she picked a seemingly random spot on the floor close to the bar, sticky with spilled drink and sharp with shards, “ we play.”
Sevika stared, feeling her annoyance grow. She wasn’t in the mood for Jinx’s fucked up little mind games.
“Well? Put her down!” Jinx motioned at the space on the floor with her boot. Sevika laid the body down, gritting her teeth as glass churned audibly against Vi’s back. Her head lolled to the side, blood still trickling from split lips and a busted nose. She groaned again, which Sevika took as a good sign that at least she wasn’t in a coma. She’d seen fighters not wake up again from severe enough head damage, despite breathing and heartbeat.
Jinx circled the unconscious body like prey. Her face played through several equally concerning emotions, none of which Sevika cared to properly identify past really fucking off-putting .
Eventually, Jinx stepped over Vi’s middle, crouching low, almost straddling her but not yet touching. “My sister,” she whispered.
“Want me to leave you two alone?” Sevika crossed her arms and stepped back, a preemptive measure. “Wanna catch up?”
Jinx bent over, leaning her chest close to Vi’s, almost stumbled, and had to brace with her hands beside Vi’s head. Glass clinked, but Jinx hardly flinched. For a moment, Sevika thought Jinx might kiss Vi, but she never even brushed Vi’s blood-soaked clothes. “Don’t go,” Jinx said quietly, and Sevika wasn’t sure if that was aimed at her, or her sister. “I need you here.”
Underneath Jinx, Vi stirred, hands twitching at her sides, head jerking. “Whrgh,” she made.
In a matter of seconds, Jinx was off her, perching on the bar table instead. Her attention returned to Sevika. Sevika had to resist the urge to take another step back. That stare–what was wrong with this kid?
“You’re gonna show her some love for me,” Jinx all but ordered. “I can’t do it, but you, you’re just right.”
“I–what?”
Jinx produced one of her many brightly colored weapons from her belt. “Isn’t she the cutest?”
Again, Sevika didn’t know who Jinx was talking to. It never got easier.
From the floor came a sound. “What,” Vi ground out, “Where…”
“Sweet voice,” Jinx said, locking eyes with Sevika now, resting the barrel against her lips. “Make her scream a little. Other sounds, too, let’s hear her.”
“You want me to torture her?”
Vi rolled, swollen eyes finally cracking open. Quietly, in disbelief– “Powder?”
“Oh yes,” purred the maniac perched on the bar.
Sevika stared up at the ceiling, waterspots and mold creating a pattern there, and sighed. What choice did she have? Her boss loved this little menace, and Vi was dead meat anyway. She shrugged her shoulders, more to loosen the muscles than anything.
“Sorry kid,” she said to Vi, grabbed her by the shirt, and began a second round of beating.
It was much less of a fight, this time.
Vi barely had the strength to counter, dodge, or as much as curse at her. All she did was yelp and wheeze, and whenever her head wasn’t whipping around from another of Sevika’s blows (she was using her normal hand for them, at least, to keep her alive), her eyes found their way back to Jinx, who was watching in sadistic delight.
For her own safety, Sevika didn’t give Vi the time to talk. Jinx was radiating a tension so high it was almost visible, laser focused on Vi, reacting to every small sound she gave with a cheer or a clap or a bounce of the ankles. If Sevika didn’t know better, she’d think Jinx was getting off on this.
(Did she know better, actually? She wouldn’t put it past her.)
It didn’t take long before Vi’s eyes rolled back again. Her shirt was half-torn by then, and her face was more travesty than visage.
“That’s all,” Sevika told Jinx. “Only so much a body can take.”
Jinx dropped from her haunch into a seat and scooted back on the table, ignoring the glass cuts littering her palms by then. “Bring my dearest sister over here,” she ordered.
Yes, it sounded like an order alright. Sevika walked over, holding Vi towards Jinx like a ragdoll. Jinx spread her knees apart, wriggling. “In my lap. Now I can touch her.”
Sevika didn’t bother questioning the logic, and pushed Vi against the bar table. Her upper body fell forward, chin hitting the table’s wooden surface hard. Jinx grabbed Vi’s head and pulled her up to rest on her thigh. Sevika had to step in and keep a hand on the small of Vi’s back to prevent her from sliding down the bar and crumpling. Unconscious bodies were so useless.
“Isn’t she so pretty,” Jinx muttered, thumbs tracing the swollen flesh of Vi’s face. “All minced up like that, just like me.”
Then she looked at Sevika, and Sevika noticed just how close she was standing, how she was holding Vi captive with her body. Jinx’s eyes traveled down, and narrowed.
“You creep,” she said, and it could have been a joke if it had come from anyone but her. “A knee between her thighs?”
“She’d fall,” Sevika said, wishing she could back off now. Wishing she had killed Vi in time, before Jinx showed, or knocked her out well enough to pretend.
“Excuses, excuses,” said Jinx, in a mockery of the tone Silco used when scolding her, and picked up Vi’s face between her hands, overstretching the battered older girl’s neck.
“Pow…” she croaked.
Jinx smiled sugar-sweet, showing the gap between her front teeth. “Today you’re meeting your new sister,” she told Vi, while lovingly stroking her thumbs along Vi’s cheeks. “She’s really a handful.”
Vi made a confused sound, trying to brace against the table, but Sevika grabbed her arms and held them behind her back. Something twisted in the woman’s gut, a feeling of wrong, this is so wrong. Jinx jerked her head towards Sevika, “isn’t she?!”
“Huh? Oh–y-yeah.”
Vi tried to rise, but had no leverage, bent forward as she was, and with Sevika crowding her against the table.
“What’s going–” Jinx shoved two fingers into Vi’s mouth.
“Nuh-uh-uh. Your sister doesn’t care about your little words.” Judging from the gagging sounds Vi was making, Jinx was shoving her fingers as deep down her throat as she could. Vi struggled, and Sevika pressed her down more, now acutely aware of the knee between her thighs.
“I need to show you just what kind of freak your little sister is,” Jinx said so soberly she seemed like a new person entirely. “You can’t escape reality, sweetpea. Only Jinx gets to do that.”
The Jinx that met Sevika’s eyes was still that cold, detached one, that seemed to understand herself as other from the Jinx she was talking about. Her command was ice-cold. “Fuck her.”
Sevika, at first, didn’t understand. She looked at Jinx unimpressed, waiting for the next sentence, for the little maniac to do something else than cuss.
A painful silence followed, ended by Jinx ceasing to choke Vi and instead moving her hand rapidly back and forth, expression annoyed.
Between them, Vi wheezed.
“Are you dense?” Jinx snarled. “You heard me. Fuck her.”
“What?”
Vi made another sound, echoing Sevika’s sentiment.
“I want you to fuck her until she knows who she’s up against.”
“I don’t see how–”
Jinx lazily held her gun to Vi’s temple–Vi, who was staring up at Jinx with an expression so frightened Sevika could see the rims of terror even from her top-down view on the girl’s face.
“I’ll do it, I’ll do it.” Sevika adjusted her position so she could hold Vi’s arms with one hand only. Vi protested, words audible despite the hand still absently fucking her mouth. Something along the lines of, “let me go, let me go, please.”
“Sorry sweetheart, gotta do what the psycho says.” Sevika knew how to undo belt and pants with one hand, and she knew how to satisfy a woman with her hands just as well. She felt strangely removed from herself as she undid Vi’s pants, despite all the small utility tools strapped to the belt, relying on muscle memory.
“That’s right,” Jinx grinned, a mixture of complete devotion and absolutely sadism distorting her face. “The psycho wants to hear you beg for it.”
After some rustling and clanging, Vi’s belt came free, and Sevika pulled the girl’s pants down, shoving her shirt up for better access right after. Large bruises were forming in various places along her hips, thighs, and lower back, some of them just about the shape of Sevika’s fists. They would turn from their current dark red to a deep blue-purple in the near future. Sevika decided then that if she really was going to rape the girl for Jinx’s entertainment, at least she wouldn’t add more bruises.
When her backside hit the air, Vi squeaked, a sound very different and much higher in pitch than any of her previous grunts of battle. It could count as endearing. Sevika stroked her hand, the one she wasn’t using to press Vi against the table and into Jinx’s lap, down the side of Vi’s hip and across her right cheek. Vi tried to kick back, but didn’t get very far against Sevika’s weight, and the wriggling of her upper body was swiftly stopped by Jinx releasing the safety of her gun. (Weird enough her guns had a safety lock in the first place.)
“Fighting time’s over,” Jinx said softly, “now’s for learning your place.”
“Powder, just let me go,” Vi pleaded, voice rough.
Sevika trailed her hand between Vi’s legs from behind and cupped what she found there in her palm. Immediately, Vi twisted again, or tried to, keening loudly. Despite the metal at her temple she turned to look over her shoulder, staring directly at Sevika with eyes that looked so young, painfully young, in their desperation. “No,” she pleaded, shaking her head.
Sevika arrived back in her own body with a painful tug. She glanced at Jinx, whose expression had turned to a sort of rage at the loss of Vi’s attention.
“Thinking about mutiny?” Jinx leaned forward, curling a hand under Vi’s jaw and pulling her head back towards her, but keeping eye contact with Sevika. “He won’t be happy about that.”
Sevika looked down at the shaking body under her.
After another moment of wrestling with the uneasy knot in her stomach, she pressed her palm up into the heat of Vi’s crotch, crushing rough curls into her hand.
Vi protested more as Sevika picked up a firm, steady rubbing motion against the outside of her cunt, and Jinx said, “Good girl.” To whom she was talking to, Sevika again didn’t know. She leaned forward more, to use more of her body weight to hold Vi down, hoping to eventually free her other hand. She didnt’t particularly intend to use her metal hand on poor Vi’s genitals, but it’s not like Sevika had a cock to fuck her with, and if she wanted the girl to be physically at least a little bit comfortable she needed to feel good, and that was best done with both hands.
She moved to wrap her metal arm around Vi’s torso, pulling her close, and stiller yet. Like this, she could feel the way her breath came hard and labored, as if she had cracked a rib and was trying not to hyperventilate. Like this, Sevika’s face was just so at Vi’s neck, close to her ear. She pressed her nose into the blood-stained pink of Vi’s hair, hoping to comfort. I’ll be gentle , she wanted to say, but with the way Jinx was grinning down at them, that would have been a mistake she couldn’t afford.
Carefully, she mapped out the folds of Vi’s cunt, trying to move slow. Most of her fingernails were chipped from the fight, and her hands still dirty; she didn’t want to cause any cuts or injuries here. Her forefinger finally found the hot gap between Vi’s lips, pressing in to find her cunt hot, but not very wet. Sevika couldn’t fault her, not for this. She’d still have to get in there, though, so she withdrew her hand to spit on her own fingers. She made quick work of getting her fingers messy, trying to be fast enough for Jinx not to notice. Jinx, meanwhile, had urged her gun in between Vi’s teeth, mimicking a blowjob and giggling like a child. Sevika tried to tune out the filthy little words she was aiming at the girl between them, as well as the continual choking and gagging from Vi.
Forefinger now slick, she eased her way into Vi’s entrance with a slow and steady push.
Immediately, Vi clenched up, trying to close her legs, and shaking her head hard enough to cause a clank from where metal hit teeth.
Sevika waited and rubbed small, soothing circles into Vi’s flesh with her thumb. “Ssh,” she said lowly, “be good.”
All this noise from just one finger. In another life, she’d tease Vi for that, for being so sensitive. Maybe she’d promise to reward her if she was able to take two fingers at all, eat her out until she was relaxed and blissfully loose from pleasure. Sevika imagined that the pained gasps coming from Vi as she added a second finger and started curling her fingers inside her pussy were not so obviously noises of distress.
Her other hand, the metal one, pulled on the fabric of Vi’s shirt to ruck it up, and slid underneath to grasp for a breast.
Vi screamed around the gun in her mouth as Sevika pinched a nipple with those cold metal fingers. Jinx laughed in delight and pulled the gun out of her sister’s mouth.
“Aah,” Vi yelped, followed by a cough and what must have been bile from where she had been forced to deepthroat Jinx’s weapon. She lurched forward, trying to curl in on herself and protect her chest, at least, from the groping hand. Jinx caught her by the shoulders and held her up, cackling madly.
Sevika watched as Jinx reached over, wriggling into the space between Vi’s sweaty back and Sevika’s chest, and grabbed the back of Vi’s shirt. Then she pulled. Sevika understood and leaned back, letting Jinx pull the dirty fabric over Vi’s head and away, exposing most of her back and some of her chest. More bruises came to light that Sevika tried not to look at.
She used the distraction to change the way she was fingering Vi, moving away from the gentle curling of fingers to a scissoring motion, trying to get the girl to open up a bit more. Vi moaned, though probably not from pleasure, and then the sound of tearing fabric made both of them snap up at Jinx.
“Just helping,” she sang as she tore the shirt into strips.
“Powder, don’t do that–”
Jinx slapped her across the face. “You’ll get it right eventually.”
She grabbed for Vi’s arms and hauled them forward, trapping her hands under her thighs, effectively sitting on her forearms, and then used the torn shirt to tie what she could reach of Vi’s arms together. Sevika refocused on working Vi’s pussy as Jinx forced Vi to lie with her arms stretched forward on the broken wood of the bar table. She was pumping her fingers in and out now, in a steady but firm rhythm, and after Vi got used to her new, much more vulnerable position, she dropped her head back down on her arms in defeat and sobbed.
Besides her shaking, Vi was otherwise still; she wasn’t rocking back into Sevika’s hands like previous affairs had done, nor was she trying to fight back much anymore. It was a sad and disheartening display, and Sevika wondered if Vi was going to pass out before she could finish. Sevika hoped to prevent that.
With the shirt gone, and Vi’s arms secured and away from her body, it was much easier now for Sevika to run her metal hand over the firm muscle of Vi’s sides, stroking her and gently rolling skin between her fingers. Vi tried to shy away from that, but Jinx was still sitting on her arms, and grabbed her by the hair in punishment. “Nuh-uh,” she tutted, “no running away this time.”
Sevika squeezed at Vi’s breast again, trying to enjoy the give of the supple flesh under her fingers, trying not to hurt, trying to keep it as pleasurable as possible. Vi gave a defeated whine as Sevika rolled her nipple between her fingers. Sevika didn’t have much sensation in those fingers and had to rely on muscle memory and gut instinct when she began pulling at the sensitive nub after noticing how Vi’s breath kept hitching at the stimulation.
“That’s it,” she told Vi, “let me hear you.”
Vi strained, her head tilted uncomfortable upwards by Jinx, who was sneering at her. Neck stretched as it was, her mouth hung naturally open, and more noises followed, grotesque and tortured, animalistic.
“Pow–”
Jinx slapped her. Vi groaned. Sevika leaned down and bit her sweaty neck, because it seemed to be the right thing to do.
“That’s not my name,” Jinx said, just as Sevika’s teeth met Vi’s skin.
“Aah,” Vi gasped, hesitated, groaned, and then said, “Jinx.”
Jinx gave a laugh, high and hollow, shaking Vi’s head with her movement. Sevika meanwhile trailed her hand from Vi’s chest down her stomach, felt it clench against the sensation, muscles of a fighter straining to evade.
“Finally,” Jinx gasped, and Sevika hoped she was just imagining the heated tone of the girl’s voice. “Yes, Jinx, that’s me.”
Then again, there was no way Jinx was not getting off to this, it made sense for her to sound so… like that. How old was Jinx again? Sevika shook her head, trying to clear away the troubling thoughts, and proceeded downwards until her hand found the same patch of hair that her other hand was already buried in.
“Jinx–ah-h–”
Sevika’s thumb settled on Vi’s clit.
“It’s okay. I know you have nothing meaningful to say to me.” Any hint of arousal was wiped out of Jinx‘s voice. She sounded dangerous again, icy. “You don’t want me, anyway.”
“J-just.. Why? Why do this?” Vi’s voice was shaky, but the accusation and the hurt in it lent it a sort of desperate strength.
“Why? Why?” Jinx roared a laugh, high pitched enough to make Sevika’s ears ring.
Sevika was really, really trying not to listen. That was not part of what she was told to do here, and despite the fact that she had half her hand in the shivering mess of a girl underneath her, listening in on their conversation felt like a violation.
Another slap, followed by a hysterical giggle. “Because you left me , Vi.”
“I–argh,” she groaned, and her voice was paper-thin, shaky, because Sevika was still fucking her with her fingers as well as she could, “I thought–I th-thought–hh–”
“Doesn’t matter what you thought,” Jinx said, “I don’t need you to think. ”
Trapped between Sevika’s hands, Vi’s hips were twitching forward and sideways, stuck between trying to escape and chasing friction, now. Sevika finally decided to move her thumb, the metal one. It had been perching on Vi’s clit, allowing her to rut into it when she needed to (and Vi had not needed to, keeping herself as unresponsive as she could, never giving in to what her body must be feeling, because Sevika knew she wasn’t that bad), but now she ground down in slow circles. Vi seized up and keened, her attempts of a following sentence dying in a scream at the back of her throat.
Her back arched and arched.
“What,” Vi began and faltered, dropping her head down onto her arms. “Fuuuck,” she groaned, and Sevika couldn’t help a small grin. She picked up the pace with her thumb, working Vi’s clit hard. At least now the girl was getting distracted.
Around her fingers, Vi’s walls clenched down, and Sevika stopped pumping them, aiming for a stroke of the rough patch of skin she’d found in there, assuming it to be Vi’s g-spot. Vi let out a long, low moan that vibrated through her entire upper body. Sevika guessed she was right.
Focused as she was on trying to bring the girl to completion, she could almost forget where she was, and why she was doing it. Maybe if Vi came soon, this would end.
When Vi found words again, they were accompanied by sobs.
“What do you want me to do then?”
Sevika’s heart crushed at the desperation in Vi’s tone.
Jinx once more buried her hands in Vi’s hair and pulled her head up, revealing a face contorted by agonized tears. “I just wanted you to be there for me,” Jinx said, each and every of her teeth showing.
Another sob broke free from Vi. “I’m sorry–”
Jinx slammed her face down into the bar table. There was a crunch. Probably her nose, again.
Jinx’s face was a grimace of pain as she held Vi’s head down. When she looked up at Sevika, Sevika hurried to look away, not wanting to be any more involved than she already was.
“What’s taking so long,” Jinx growled, all playfulness gone. “Can’t she come for me, even now?”
Vi keened.
“‘m trying,” Sevika said. By now, her headache had bloomed into an agony that wanted attention but was going ignored. Weird, to have a headache while raping someone–being forced to rape someone. She knew then that this was what she would remember of this encounter, pain for everyone.
“C’mon, you’re almost there, I can feel you,” Sevika whispered.
Vi whimpered in reply, making sounds that could have been “no”s just as much as gasps or whines. “I know, I know,” Sevika soothed, lowering her voice, covering Vi with her body. “You just need to come and it will end.”
Vi’s thighs were clenching together now, tremors running up and down her legs, and despite the twinge in her lower arm, Sevika kept her speed up, trying to rub even faster at that delicate nub of nerves.
Desperate, Vi shook her head, and Jinx let go of her hair. With a thunk , her head dropped down again, and now she was moaning into the table. Jinx rose from her seated position to stand, head almost touching the ceiling of the bar. Her vibrant eyes glared searingly downward at her two playthings.
Sevika kept her eyes trained on the small of Vi’s back, the nervous ripple of muscle under the bruised skin. She decided to keep talking, since Vi seemed to respond almost more to her words than her fingering. “It’s okay,” she rumbled, “I know you can do it, come on.”
Above them, Jinx stepped forward, grinding the heel of her little boot down on Vi’s hand. In response, Vi lifted her head, looking over her shoulder at Sevika. Despite the hair sticking to her sweat-slick skin, her eyes were clear, focused, blazing in desperation and need when they met hers.
“P-please,” she whined, sounding young, sounding helpless.
“Say her name,” Sevika suggested, just as the gun clicked again. She wasn’t sure anymore what that sound meant.
“Jinx,” Vi sobbed, “Jinx–”
Around her fingers, Sevika felt Vi shudder and clench, all that tension and friction finally mounting up to something. “Keep going,” she said, just as she kept going, pistoning in and out of Vi’s hole hard and deep while rubbing her clit with all she had.
Vi sobbed, and then moaned, and then screamed, and it could have been Jinx’s name or it could have been something else. Her body seized up, shakier than ever before, and Sevika fucked her through a violent, unhappy orgasm.
Sevika leans in to place an honest kiss against Vi’s neck, muttering praise, telling her to let it happen, that she did well, that it was over now.
Vi’s moans stuttered and died down, and when Sevika looked up, Jinx was gone.
They were alone.
She took her time before drawing back, letting Vi get her breathing halfway under control before forcing her through more sensation in her rubbed red pussy. Sevika pulled her fingers out slowly, and still Vi flinched. Her shivering was of a different quality now, rapidly approaching what looked like a complete breakdown. And Jinx was gone, not even here to gloat anymore.
Shit. Now it was just Sevika, and her bad decisions to follow the orders of an insane child.
She unceremoniously wiped her hand clean on her own pants, and then tried to put Vi back together. She started by putting the girl’s clothes back into the places they belonged. Vi’s legs shook, knees about to give in, so Sevika hurried to undo the shirt that Jinx had used to tie Vi’s arms. There wasn’t much of it left, it barely counted as a garment at this point. Vi slid down the side of the table the moment Sevika stopped supporting her weight, and Sevika wasn’t fast enough to catch her before she connected with the ground hard, tipping sideways, landing on her shoulder. Sevika flinched in sympathy.
“Here,” she said, suddenly awkward, lost, as she crouched down and held the remains of Vi’s shirt towards her. “I won’t–I won’t touch you.” She didn’t know if she was getting her point across. Then again, cleaning yourself up with a blood stained shirt that had just been used to restrain you during an assault was probably not very comforting.
Vi curled up, covering her face with her arms as if expecting the blow of a fist. A soundless sob rattled her.
“I’m sorry,” said Sevika, and let herself drop to the floor as well, leaning her back against the bar table. “I won’t hurt you anymore, promise.”
Vi didn’t reply. She just laid there, curled into something small and miserable, and cried.
Sevika wanted to leave. But looking at Vi, a bruised, bloodied and now also raped mess, lying between shattered glass and splintered wood, she couldn’t.
She sat there and waited for Vi’s sobs to die down, wishing she could comfort her at least a little bit for what she’d done to her. She shrugged out of her jacket, as slowly as possible so as not to startle Vi more. Carefully, she draped her jacket, just as dirty as the rest of both their clothes, over Vi’s shaking shoulders.
It took a long time before Vi’s breath returned to something less painful.
“Don’t fall asleep,” Sevika said, because she had nothing else to offer. “We gotta get you somewhere safe.”
She didn’t expect a reply, so when she got one, Sevika almost flinched..
“Leave.”
That made sense. It still hurt to hear. There was no fixing this. She rose to her feet.
“I’m really sorry, kid.”
“Fuck off.”
“I will. Be safe.”
As Sevika stepped out into the dusty air, she realized she was not going to get to forget about this any time soon. There was smoke in the air, blood on the cobblestoned street. This was only the beginning of the conflict to come, and she had just made herself a criminal of the vilest kind.
Her head hurt.