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That leftover blood washes down the drain, hot water pouring down and steaming up the bathroom. An air freshener masks the grimy smell, but it doesn't eliminate the metallic taste she's become so familiar with. On the mirror sits an old note, withered by long exposure to humidity.
"Don't forget to floss! Have a beautiful day, my dear! -Mom"
Stepping out of the shower and wiping the steam off the mirror, Mimi stares into her reflection.
7 - The Spider (7/27/xx)
Teeth clean, hair dried, and face washed, an unfamiliar face stares back. She's beaten, bruised, deathly sore, picking broken glass out of her skin and changing bandages. After getting cleaned up, she applies her makeup and throws on some clean clothes. It's a bright day, sunlight beaming through the windows of her dimly lit apartment. A breeze rolls in as she steps outside with her purse and keys, standing quietly by the street in thought.
A dark sedan with silver wheels pulls up. She looks through the passenger window in disdain, "The fuck is this supposed to be?"
Arco lowers his sunglasses with a blatantly forced 'cool' posture, "New car. Thought you'd like—"
"Save it," She says, getting inside, "We're making a stop at the new designer's house. You know how she is, stuck-up bitch always making excuses and now we're being told to do a welfare check."
"We're going to see Miss Parker? What about the kid?"
"We already got twelve guys protecting him. These are new orders from the boss; just get us there. I'm making a call."
Mimi dials a number, demanding a vehicle of agents to meet her at Parker's residence.
The house is located in a small neighborhood, a simple one-story bungalow with little to be seen but a small porch and a freshly cut lawn. Arco's new car and an SUV park at the curb, and they approach the door in a group.
Inside, their banging shakes the walls.
"Parker!" Mimi shouts with her accent thick as she stands on her toes to peek through the small window, "It's the Double-R! We wanna have a word about your absence!"
She scoffs, stepping out of the way, "It's not like we're cops. We don't need a warrant. Blast it!"
One of the agents presses their shotgun to the handle and pumps the action.
"Wait wait wait," Arco interrupts, "Can't we just try a window or back door? I don't want to get us in trouble with the cops again. You remember that time we blew the doors to an animal shelter?"
>The Spider agents with them dispersed as a police car pulled up to the shelter with its sirens flashing.
"The owners are pressing charges!" Shouted a female officer, "You'll be spending five days in inmate service!"
Mimi and Arco's expressions dropped.
Upon arriving at the correctional facility, they were promptly processed, stripped, and locked into a room where many others were bent over in restraints. Many were used and leaking, young adults and older teens charged with petty crimes are sometimes sent to inmate service judged by their physical appearance and behavior.
Mimi's breasts swung as she was bent over, "You asshole! I'm not medicated like the rest of you whores! I'm from New York!"
"I think they can tell, Mimi," Arco replied through gritted teeth.
Bound by chains, metal cuffs, and collars, boys and girls alike were at the mercy of the prisoners during break time every morning and night.
"Back off, man-whore! I'll cut through your—" Mimi threatened as a man gripped her ass, grunting as he dug his cock into her dry hole. "Ooh! You fucking prick...!"
"What are you in for?" Arco asked as another man positioned himself behind him.
"I sold my wife for rent money..."
"Fair enough."<
"I've never had my insides rearranged like that," He continues, "I never want to go through that again."
"We all know that's bullshit, Arco..."
The lock clicks, and the door swings open.
"There you are!" Mimi grumbles, "We need to have a word with—"
But her heart drops as she barely recognizes the woman before her. Recalling her previous run-ins with Parker, along with the photo in her file. She used to have white skin, long blonde hair, an average build, and blue eyes. She has the same face, but even then you would mistake her for someone else entirely. Nude, her skin is dark as if it were tanned; the color in her eyes has gotten warmer with a gradient-like mix of purple and red. Her hair is a mess; she has a thick and messy bush of pubic hair.
"Oh, Hello! Are you here because I didn't call in to work? I'm very sorry, I've been quite busy!" Miss Parker says casually, squeezing her massive tit. The areolae are large, dark; nipples swollen and hard.
"Holy Christ..." Mimi shudders.
Arco looks in confusion.
"What the hell happened to you!?" She shouts.
"Well, you see, I realized that I just couldn't go on with the whole 'big opportunity' the fancy big bosses spoke of. I couldn't stomach coming up with all those... Naughty contraptions... So I decided—on my own desperate accord—that I'd enter that fun little transformation Program!"
“You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me...”
"—And now I feel like a new woman! I finally understand why sex is vital to a happy life!"
Miss Parker pinches a nipple and giggles, milk leaking down her darkened skin.
"How do you think your mother would feel about this!?" Mimi scolds, "Disgusting animal... You're all the same!"
"Would you like to come in? I'll be taking the opportunity to formally apologize. Please, come in!"
The others funnel through the door while Mimi stands there frozen. Arco pauses, "You coming?"
"Yeah..."
The lights come on; they gather in the living room of a home that’s beautifully decorated with family heirlooms, photos, and warm colors. Except those were only the remains of what it used to be. Used condoms lie all over, draped over picture frames, glass decor, with white stains on the furniture, soaked sex toys scattered about while their associated odors fight the cinnamon candles.
"It was kind of you all to give me a little piece of home when you brought me here. But I've changed the scenery quite a bit over the last week~"
Mimi trembles at the sight.
The woman sets down a tea kettle and some mugs, "It's fascinating how kind some people get when everything around them is so erotic! The service is lovely, those charming boys and girls so eager to please—!"
"Quiet!" Mimi demands, "We're not happy with you disappearing without leave! Neither is the company, neither the boss...! We've been ordered to take your ass to holding unless you have a good excuse!"
"If you let me speak with the young boss lady, I'd be happy to explain. I'm sure she'd understand that this was for the greater good."
Arco yawns, "Forget the boss, how about bring it up with Zane? You know how he feels about the whole 'Transformation' thing."
"Fine by me. If he decides to go his way, it'll be on him—Not us!"
One of the agents dials a number and hands the phone to Parker...
"Hello? Zane? It's Parker from design!"
Zane sits at his desk in a high-rise office, tapping his finger. He speaks into an earpiece, "Why the hell am I speaking to a designer?"
"I'm assuming you've heard about my absence and reluctance to continue work for Red Ribbon..."
"You do realize you've been breaching your contractual obligations, right? Considering your position, you're considered a liability. Per our terms, we have the right to properly dispose of you..."
"Oh? That sounds rather threatening, sir. I might report this to the Better Business Bureau... But I don't think it'll come to that. I've been exploring a bit about myself and my way of life. I'm happy to tell you that I'm ready to get right back to work! I have some very innovative ideas regarding your special contraptions~"
Zane stares at an email from the boss regarding Parker, reading: "Possible deviation suspected. Security branch dispatched to employee #3301091. Forward any potential contact to negotiators."
"Way of life?” He asked, “Would you elaborate?"
"I underwent the Mind and Body Transformation Program. I feel like a new woman! I want to make sure my contributions bring satisfaction to the company, and the boss. I hope you understand."
Mimi's phone buzzes, a text from 'Zane, RR,' "Execute." Her adrenaline rushed silently.
"Thank you Mr. Carbury! I look forward to it! Buh-bye!"
The woman hangs up with a relieved sigh.
"I don't want to be in here for this..." Mimi says through her teeth, "You," She points to an agent, "Outside with me."
"You got it, boss."
After shutting the door behind them, Mimi looks away as she speaks, "He wants us to kill her."
The agent stares.
"The fuck are you waiting for!? Go!"
The agent heads inside to instruct the others, but Miss Parker quietly steps out of the room with her phone in hand.
"They want us to execute her," Says the agent.
"Seriously? Pretty sudden, yeah?" Arco sighs, "Whatever. Go grab her, wherever the hell she’s going."
Miss Parker steps into her greenhouse, which covers a big portion of the backyard. Inside, three men wearing nothing but gloves tend to the plants.
"Henry! Dale! There are intruders!" She panics.
They direct their attention to her, standing and pulling off their gloves. One unlocks a metal storage cabinet and grabs a handgun, the other peeks inside, "Where are they?" He asks with a deep, masculine voice.
"The living room. They might be coming, get me to my bedroom...!"
Henry, a dark-skinned man, escorts her through the L-shaped hallway and into a room, while Dale, a lighter-skinned man with a fit frame and tattoos follows with the handgun in his grip.
The third, a chubby man, rushes into another room, closing the door.
The agents start down the hall—Mimi and Arco follow.
"You dumbasses! All you had to do was shoot her ass!" Mimi shouts, "Stop. Two of you keep watch outside on the perimeter; we'll deal with this whore."
The two other agents begin searching rooms. One swings the door, the other scans every inch as it's revealed to them.
"It's clear."
"Clear."
Mimi looks through the glass door to the greenhouse. Sun rays beam through vines that crawl along the glass, the humid smell of fresh soil seeping through the cracks. A batch of flowers—vibrant blue pearlescent petals and white centers—grabs her attention, a distant familiarity haunting her.
"Nothing here..."
"Clear."
Her phone rings, catching her off guard. She fumbles for it as the ringtone startled the others. She freezes when she reads the Caller ID: Suki, RR, before accepting it after a moment's hesitation, "B-Boss...?"
"I don't know what the hell you think you're doing taking such a drastic order from that cuck of an incel Zane Carbury," The girl says on the other end, "He doesn't have the authority to order executions, you got that? You will not kill that woman. You will not kill anybody whom Zane Carbury calls upon."
Mimi sweats, stumbling over her words, "W-What is a whore like her important for anyway!? People doin' that stupid transformation program don't deserve their life! Let us pop one into her skull and be done with it!"
"What makes you think you're any less disposable, worm?"
"Excuse me!?"
"Don't dare to question my judgment, ever. You're already on disciplinary watch, tread carefully, little spider..."
The line goes dead.
"Swing it," One of the agents says to the other.
Her attention drawn, Mimi watches them check another room.
"Guys, stand down—"
But the one scanning the room goes limp with a short, devastating pop. The other agent startles and backs away from the door with her weapon drawn. Arco backs Mimi away protectively.
"Fuckin idiot! Stop! Stop now!" She demands, but the agent pushes forward and blindly fires into the room using full auto. The constant cracks of the submachine gun fuel their adrenaline even after the magazine empties.
Arco is pushed out of the way as she storms into the room, "What the hell are you doing!? You're ignoring me now? I'll have your ass in chains for this!"
"Eye for an eye!" The agent replies shakily, sloppily reciting someone else's words, "T-They fuck with us, they get bit!"
With a less-than-powerful swing, Mimi throws a punch to the agent's jaw, knocking her down.
"One life ain't worth the rest of ours! You could've just gotten us killed."
"You told us to execute—!"
"But she told you to stand down," Arco steps in, "Now two people are dead at our hands! This is what happens when you don't listen, retard!"
Mimi spits on her on the way out, "Pathetic! All of you! Pathetic!!"
She kicks the other agent's corpse, that initial shock still present on her face. Arco stops her with a hand on her shoulder, "We're not safe here. We gotta go."
"What a load of bullshit... All because of that bitch!"
"C'mon..."
She's brought to the car, but just before stepping in, she vomits onto the curb below.
>It was the beginning of the school year, Mimi's first day at Northwood High School, beginning her sophomore year. The new world around her was nothing short of disgusting. Before her makeup and current style, she kept her twintails neat, outfits concealing, attitude plain. Amongst the nature of the students and media, you can only feel alienated. To think that the sounds and smells—let alone the actions of people her age, or any for that matter—were a form of normalcy...
"I don't belong here..." She mumbled,
Lost and confused, a bench in a sunroom served as a small refuge, a break from the corruption and deviance. And with it appeared a girl, covered in pastel blue, wearing a normal, skirted uniform that matched her eyes and the clumsy mess of her hair.
"Hiii! Oh my gosh, are you emo?"
"Excuse me?"
"Your nails," She replied, taking her hand and getting a close look as if personal space was a myth, "My parents would have never let me paint my nails. I'm supposed to be kept pure and natural or something..."
Showing off her nails, the glistening of her blue nail polish refracted in the light.
"I'm Helena, nice to meet you!"
"Mimi."
"Cute name! You're not from here, are you?"
"What makes you say that?"
"Your clothes! Well, you're not showing too much, at least. I've never seen so many boobs and butts before coming here. It's so embarrassing...!"
Wiping her sweat, Helena sat down beside her, "So what brought you here? Are you secretly a pervert?"
"What are you saying? That's just pathetic. The only schmooks who come here willingly are—!" She paused, "Disgusting..."
"Oh... Wouldn't that make me..."
Mimi didn't answer.
"I'm kidding! I wouldn't have transferred if I didn't have to."
Mimi couldn't help but cringe inside at the girl's voice—sweet and friendly in tone, with a lack of distinction between some T's, D's, and improper articulation of Th's.
"So then," She continued, "What brought you to the 'New East?'"
"What's it to you?"
She was given the silent treatment.
"I got a job opportunity," She sighed.
Helena looked away with a disappointed "Oh..."
"What? It ain't like that! The job has NOTHING to do with the nasty shit these people get up to—"
But Mimi stopped herself, taking a harsh breath to calm her nerves, "...It's just a cleanup job."
"Like a maid? Pfft—! I mean, that's totally fine! Maids are cute!"
"It's not a damn maid! That's all you're gonna hear. It was the only choice I had—took me straight to this hellhole all the way from New York..."
"Did you grow up there?"
"We moved up from Alabama when I was nine..." She looked away, "Stupid protests and attacks from these freaks got outta hand..."
"Freaks?"
"This 'New East' movement or war or whatever has been ruining the peace!"
"Well, it's good that you left, right? I've heard those riots could get really bad! Where'd you hear about the job?"
"Job?"
"Your cleaning job!"
"...Some guy gave me a flyer," She said reluctantly, "Desperate times, desperate measures..."
"Oh. I hope it's going well! Hopefully we can both adjust here. At the very least we can try to block it out and focus on our future!"
"Alright."
The bell rang, and they passed various students through the school. Their noses wrinkled as they pushed through, Mimi keeping her eyes cast to the ground. Upon reaching Helena's first-period classroom, she spoke.
"See you later, Mimi! We're going to be besties, I know it!"
Mimi returned a reclusive wave.<
An email on her phone has her frozen at The Plaza. "We're contacting you regarding an overdue monthly payment of $6499.99 (USD). Failure to make full payment by 7/29 will result in legal action and the termination of healthcare services."
With rage and a clenched fist, she hurls her phone, mistakenly sending it into the window of a shop and cracking the glass.
"Hey! Don't do that!" A female employee cries.
"Sorry about that," Says Arco, "I'll pay for the window—"
"We only accept 'customer service' as payment!"
Mimi storms off, and Arco chases after her whilst trying to end the interaction, "Uh, yeah, I kinda have somewhere to be!"
Unzipping a duffel bag, Mimi pulls out a stack of flyers along with a couple of staplers.
"Spread them out, don't put none of them too close together. Nobody wants to see the same scientist chick in clothes that tight twice in a block. One of each."
"I wouldn't mind it..."
Mimi slaps the back of his head, "Get to it!"
"Yes master..." He rolled his eyes, taking his stack around The Plaza.
The flyers are distributed around the shopping center—job listings and advertisements for various programs and events.
She catches herself staring at an advertisement for the Mind and Body Transformation Program. She holds back the urge to vomit.
Meanwhile, a group of four girls passes with all but one completely bare and scarred, carrying a pole and banner with a karaoke machine that lacks any music. The lead, with short, deep red, two-sided up hair, shows off her petite figure with an oddly cropped beige sweater and a dark blue microskirt. She pulls up the straps of her panties, tightening the material against her groin.
"Let's get it started~" She says with a high-pitched, sweet voice.
They unfold the banner, bold red text on a white background reading: "CHILD PORN!!"
Mimi stares in disbelief. Holding the microphone up to her smug grin, the girl in the cropped sweater speaks into the machine, reverberating across the Plaza.
"Red Ribbon and all their businesses are guilty of making child phonography!"
The microphone catches the whisper of one of her friends, "I-It's 'pornography,' Izzy..."
"Oops, child pornography! It's time to protest and protect the little kids!"
Arco rejoins Mimi with his arms crossed.
"You're hearing it, guys!" The girl, Izzy, continues, "There's a big, powerful company called Red Ribbon, and they're making C-P! All over Northwood!"
The event attracts the attention of many for various reasons. Some approach nervously after seeing the banner, others intrigued by the context.
"Stars and Sunshine Talent Agency is run by evil people, and we have to stop them! They're hurting the children! It's nasty!"
"Dude, what is she doing?"
"This whore is trying to fuck with us!" Mimi shouts.
"Shit... Alright, we can solve this—"
"You fuck with The Spider, you get bit!"
She stomps toward the group. Arco rushes after her, "Wait!"
"And the good guys are doing nothing about it! The Honeybunns were part of a cover-up by the evil companies! It's time to defeat the—"
"What the hell is wrong with you!?"
Mimi snatches the microphone from her hands, and the girls gasp.
"Waaouh! Don't touch that! What the fuck!?" Izzy cries.
"Who the hell do you think you are!? You fuckin' brats and your lies—!"
But she's pulled by the shoulder by Arco, "Hey, hey, hey! We need to keep it on the down low. This isn't worth the trouble."
Mimi shoves him, "Go call someone! I'm gonna put these brats in their place!"
"Guys!!" Izzy shouts with a less-than-intimidating pout, "We have evidence! Look!"
Murmurs from the crowd surround them until one of Izzy's girls pulls some printed photos from their backpack. Before them, three photos are held up:
A close-up of a girl in an expensive costume, her face marked with the seed of a man whose length rests over her closed eyes.
A boy in a very revealing set of fantasy armor against a prone woman covered in body jewelry, a beautiful tiara upon her head.
And finally, a boy and a girl with similar features acting out an incestuous scene, dressed in matching clothing and making out around the head of a man's sloppy, erect member.
Each photo looks to be a production still with various watermarks. One includes the crudely drawn logo of the Stars and Sunshine Talent Agency.
"These are real, guys! I think this girl is working there and trying to silence us! Don't listen to her!"
Spine-chilling, the sight alone has the crowd stunned. Mimi shakes her feelings off, "You have no idea who you're fuckin' with!"
"Oh... No," Izzy giggles, "It's nice to meet you! I'm Isabella, but you can call me Izzy~"
"Mimi, we gotta go..."
"Quiet! I'm not done with her ass!"
Now pressed against her nose is Izzy's, the girl having gotten too close for comfort. Her red and orange heterochromia eyes pierce Mimi's gaze, "You know it doesn't matter what you do now. Your big group of boys and girls probablyyy aren't gonna win against the good guys from the special police agency~"
Mimi inhales sharply to yell, but before she can get any words out, a ball of saliva shoots into her mouth. She falls to her knees, gagging and spitting while Arco rushes to her side.
"C'mon!" Izzy calls out, "Let's go spread the word!"
Most of the crowd disperses, some follow Izzy and her girls, few watch as Mimi struggles to get back on her feet.
"Mimi, let's go. I got a message from Zane, the Plaza is—"
But she swipes his hand away with full force, "I'm not letting that whore get away with this shit!" Before sprinting after them.
"Mimi!!"
The banner lies abandoned on the floor. She spots Izzy and the others jumping into an old sedan, lifting the karaoke machine through the driver's window.
"Don't leave that one, it was expensive!" Izzy pouts.
"She's coming!"
"Go Izzy!"
While the exhaust rumbles, the rest of the crowd backs away, giving Mimi a quick path to the vehicle. But as she approaches, the car reverses, bumping into her and pushing her back. She hesitates for a moment, but not long enough to miss the opportunity to pull the trunk open and jump inside just as they take off.
Arco watches helplessly as the sedan speeds toward the road, "Damn it!"
The girls in the car look behind them, hoping to see Mimi left behind.
"Where did she go?"
"Izzy, I don't see her..."
"We did it!"
The back seat flings forward and startles everyone. Pocket knife in hand, Mimi grabs one of the girls and holds the blade to their neck.
"Stop the car or she gets it!"
They don't respond. One immediately goes for Mimi with no regard for the hostage.
"Fuck!” She recoils, “The hell is the matter with you!?"
She swings her knife wildly. There's no form, no technique between any of them—everyone in the back is a mess of limbs being sliced by the presence of sharp metal.
"Guys, you're gonna hurt yourselves!" Izzy pleads, "Someone get her!"
Her grip is broken by the girls, the knife falling onto the floorboard and sliding under the passenger seat. Mimi manages to build the momentum for a punch, knocking one back and onto Izzy's lap, distracting her from the road.
"Oh no! She got you!"
Just before slamming into a barrier on the freeway, she swerves hard, sending everyone tumbling and screaming. Mimi is crushed against the door, one of the girls shatters the window which sends bits of glass all over them.
"Fuckin' glass again—!"
One of her old bandages is ripped off, peeling away a scab with it and sending blood dripping down her skin. A guttural exhale escapes her lungs.
"Oh no! Her ankle!" Izzy cries as she watches through the rear-view mirror.
The girl in the passenger seat searches the glove box, "Izzy...! Where is it...?"
"Oh, all you have to do is hit the little switch in the back, and it'll be right under the air filter!"
The girls attempt to pin her down, but she doesn't give in. She attempts to lunge into the front, only for her panties to get caught on some fingers.
"Ugh! Let go, skank!"
In an attempt to pull her towards them, the girl manages to rip her underwear clean off. The loss of support launches her forward, head slamming into the gearshift and putting the car in neutral.
"The car is slowing down!"
Izzy slams on the gas repeatedly, but the car keeps losing speed.
"Wait, why is it going slow...?" She mumbles, voice softer as she looks around for a solution.
Mimi gets her head up, facing the girls in the back with her pussy exposed to them. They pause to stare.
"The fuck are you staring at!?"
"I got it!" Izzy and the passenger shout simultaneously.
The car jolts forward with the switch of the gear, and the handgun falls into Mimi's lap. She quickly snatches it and presses it to the side of Izzy's head.
"Stop the car! Now!"
"Okay, okay! I'm pulling off..."
A ramp brings them to a nearby factory, where the car is parked in a mostly empty lot. The girls spill out of the car, cut up and dripping sweat. Mimi limps with the gun trained on them.
"I'm not done with you whores..." She says through heavy breaths.
"We're not gonna fight anymore! Can I have my gun back, please?"
"All of you, sit down!"
"But the sidewalk is rough!"
"Do I look like I give a damn? Sit your asses down!"
They sit close together against a wall, skin rubbing against one another and the shaded concrete under them.
"Um, hi," Izzy starts, "I don't wanna interrupt you, but would you mind leaving my friends out of this...? It's me you're upset with, isn't it?"
"You all know too much! I ain't letting that go..."
She reaches for her bag, only to find it isn't there.
"Shit...! You stay put!"
She checks the trunk, not there. The back seat, nothing. In a fit of rage, she slams the gun against the headrest, unintentionally sending a bullet through the roof with a loud blast that has her ears ringing.
"Nooo!" Izzy cries, "Now there's a hole!"
A fit from Mimi ensues shortly after, and the girls take the opportunity to get up and sneak off.
"Guys, in here...!" Izzy whispers.
With just a glimpse of them escaping into the factory, Mimi gives chase, "No you don't!"
The difference in temperature hits her in a quick, bursting wave of humidity and the unpleasant smell of raw milk, with something else she can only assume is farm animals.
The little lobby is barely separate from a dirty production line. The girls run through a wide door frame and straight into the factory, passing the few workers who are there.
"Stop! I have a gun!" Mimi shouts, but they continue on.
Their voices fade and obscure under the noise of machinery. The last word Mimi manages to catch is an "Over here!" from Izzy.
Pain in every step, she struggles to keep her pace. Eventually, she has to stop and lean on a nearby desk.
"Excuse me, who are you?" Asks a man in nothing but a harness with equipment and some underwear over his chubby frame, "This is a restricted area with extremely dangerous machinery. You gotta go."
"Did you not see the group of whores that came running in here?"
"Who?"
"Those bitches I was after ran right through here into your damn factory! They're in here!"
"Alright, come on, or I'll be calling the police."
"You prick... Back off!"
Weapon raised, she limps past him, "We have our people surrounding the building, s-so anyone you call will be shot on sight!"
The man glares.
"...You and that stupid pose you're doing...! Fuckin' idiot..."
Passing bottle filling stations and conveyors, she searches for any signs of where the girls might have gone. A smear of blood leading through an open door catches her eye.
"Izzy! I don't wanna do that!"
"You have to or else she's gonna find us!
"Ouuh...!"
Only one girl stands beside her. She lifts her leg over the wall of a spillage ditch, situated below a rack of living cows suspended by machinery and cycled via an overhead conveyor.
"Don't forget to hold your breath!"
The girl's bare skin is slowly submerged in raw milk leakage. Excessive pumping to the cows above sends thin streams of white fluid into the now sloshing pit, splashing over the wall and onto Izzy.
"Hold it as long as you can guys! Oh..."
Realization hits her, and with nowhere else to go, she tries undressing to hide, but only manages to get her shoes off when Mimi steps in.
"Don't move!"
"Oh no! She caught me!!"
"Quiet! You oughta tell me your full name and everything you know about Red Ribbon before I put a bullet between your eyes!"
"Noo! I'm sorry, please don't kill me! I didn't do anything bad, I promise...!"
"Start talking!"
The conveyor rack begins cycling the cows and startles both girls. With quick thinking, Izzy charges into her and brings her down to the rubber mat. The two struggle; Mimi is unable to strategize her movements. Izzy whines through gritted teeth at the pain of a pinch and the stench of raw dairy.
"Eww! It's all over me!"
"Get the fuck off!"
The gun is knocked to the feet of two employees who have just stepped in. They can only watch helplessly as Mimi's face is pressed into the milk-soaked rubber by Izzy's hand. She trashes and chokes on her own spit, but can't escape the girl's grip.
"You only have to walk away, girlie! Oh, what's your name? I never got it."
But Mimi only continues resisting while gagging and coughing. The milk in the holes of the drainage mat is mixed with whatever dirt and grime came off the workers' feet, and none of it is being properly drained. It splashes into her nose, onto her tongue, her eyes burning on contact.
"Oh no, what's wrong? Is it getting in your mouth?"
"Fuckin’ bitch! Get off!"
"I'll help you clean it out!"
She rolls her onto her back, grabbing her wrists and locking them above her head with one hand.
"Don't! Don't you dare—!"
Squatting over Mimi's face, she uses the girl’s chin to push her panties to the side. Her thumb hooks the corner of her mouth and forces it open. The other tries to bite down.
"Nooo, don't bite~" She coos, "It's coming!"
Kicking does nothing, digging her teeth into her thumb does nothing. Being looked down on by such a petite girl with a perfect blend of generosity and smug malevolence on her face has her panting with rage. Izzy sighs, relief and dopamine flowing through her as she expels a stream of urine directly into the girl's mouth. Coughing and sputtering, the liquid splashes into Mimi's nose, falling down her throat and into her windpipe. The bitterness washes away the raw dairy, though now it wouldn't have been so bad in comparison. There's a hollowing in her gut that has her instinctively jolting her head to the side, and another gag releases the contents of her stomach all over her arm and Izzy's hand.
"Oh no! Are you sick?" She asks worriedly, "I need to wash it off, don't move..."
Removing her hand, Izzy licks away her now bleeding and puke-soaked thumb, swallowing it down. She then aims to wash off Mimi's arm and face, but the flow dies down—her bladder is emptied.
"Nooo! I'm all out!" She whines, "I have to get the rest with my tongue, don't move!"
Overwhelmed and disgusted, Mimi only feels sicker by the second. Izzy releases her grasp to better position herself in preparation to lick away the rest of Mimi's puke. She’s given the chance to strike. Immediately, her fist slams into her face, but it doesn't knock her off. She grabs onto one of the straps around her arm, noticing more of them on each limb.
"Oww! Stop it! Don't touch that!!"
She rolls over and pulls the girl down with her. It's a struggle to lift herself; the other gets up easily and knocks her over with a swift kick. Other voices fill the room, but neither bothers to acknowledge them. Finally, Mimi manages to speak, wiping her mouth with her arm and looking up at the girl standing over her.
"W-Who the hell are you working for?"
"What do you mean?" Izzy asks, shifting her voice to a lower pitch and a belittling tone, "I don't work for anyone."
"How do you know about the business? Who gave you those photos!?"
"I dunno... Maybe the kids you guys abused? ...I dunno."
"You're full of shit!"
Mimi gets to her feet, and Izzy gestures for her to come closer, "Come here, come here," But without the other even taking a step, she lunges forward and wraps her arm around her head, stuffing her armpit into her face.
"Smell it. What's it smell like? Bad? Whose fault is that?"
"Get the hell off me!"
She reaches for the straps again, but can't get a hold of one. With a knee to the groin, she's let go. Meanwhile, one of the girls in the pit resurfaces, gasping for air, "Izzy!!"
"Emma! You have to wait longer!"
"I need to breathe, Izzy! I'm dying—!"
"Shhh!" She rushes over and grabs her by the hair, "You're gonna make her find us!"
"Ow! Let me go!"
Her head is then forced back under. She thrashes around frantically while another floats to the surface, unresponsive. Mimi gets to her feet ready to strike, but an ear-shattering pop startles her, and everyone in the room freezes. One of the employees has the gun trained, hands shaking, and eyes wide, "G-Get back! Let her go! The police are on their way!"
Blood leaks from a puncture in Izzy's arm, leaking at the rhythm of her heartbeat and soaking the sleeve of her sweater. Mimi backs away, gesturing for the gun, "Give it."
"Stay back! I'll shoot you, too!"
"Would you just give me my damn gun!?"
"I don't care whose it is! B-Both of you are staying right here until the police come and sort this out!"
Mimi narrows her eyes, slowly stepping forward with her hand on her hip, "You really think those pathetic schmooks are gonna do anything about this? All of you are fuckin' delusional..."
"Don't come any closer!"
"If your ass was gonna shoot me, you would've already done it."
Her eyes lock onto his trigger finger, watching it hook around the trigger. Her adrenaline spikes, and another shot rings out. But it's not from his gun—he falls to the ground screaming.
She flinches, "What the fuck!?"
Arco steps over his body. The other employee screams and runs away.
"Mimi! What the hell are you doing!?"
"Get outta here Arco! I'm handling it!"
"This civilian had a gun to your face."
She turns her attention to Izzy, who's pumping the strap on the same arm as her wound while whining, "My sweater is all bloody now!"
The bleeding slows to a stop after the tourniquet is set. She blows out to relieve her tension, "That was so close!"
"We gotta go Mimi." Arco takes her by the arm, but she pulls away.
"I'm not done!" She growls, hesitating to grab the gun when she sees the man below them.
Izzy realizes the girls in the pit, floating unconscious. Then another rises, then the fourth.
"Hey! Don't do that!" She cries.
She flips each one over, helplessly trying to wake them up as her blood leaks into the milk and slowly mixes it to a light pink.
Mimi shouts, "You need to tell us exactly who sent you and how you know about Red Ribbon!"
But the girl doesn't acknowledge them, "Emma? Belle? Can you hear me? Wake up, please! Maggie?"
Sifting through the bodies of her friends, she finds not a single one of them breathing. In a silent panic, she gently lifts one out, but her numbing arm gives out and causes her to drop them onto the floor, "Ah! I'm sorry!"
With that, she struggles to get the rest out. One floats away, forcing her to climb in and pull them back to the edge to dump her over. "Please wake up guys, it's not funny!"
Arco and Mimi watch in silence. Izzy kneels beside the bodies that surround her, tears falling down her face like the blood leaking from her arm.
"Don't go! I don't want you to leave! Please!!"
"Come on, the cops might be here any minute," Arco whispers, "We have to go."
Mimi shudders, standing frozen for a moment, before throwing the gun at Izzy in frustration, "Fuck it!"
He leads her outside while she tries to wipe away the urine and other fluids from her skin, Izzy's sobs fading behind them.
"What happened? You smell like literal piss..."
"It's none of your damn business! Just get us outta here..."
"I've been trying to do that the whole time... We've just been tipped off. The talent agency is on lockdown, but half of our people didn't even show up. You need to give orders."
"All cause of that bitch..."
"Let's go..."
Just as they step toward the car, their attention is caught by a flare being shot into the sky over the Plaza in the far distance.
"A flare?" Arco asks.
"Someone fucking around?"
Then a helicopter slices through the air overhead, its blades cutting the sound waves around them as it flies toward the signal.
"That'd be a pretty ambitious prank..."
It's difficult to make out the situation from where they stand—a little over a mile away with some elevation, but the release of a thick cloud of red smoke is unmissable. And it's followed by crackles. Not from the now departing helicopter, but from gunfire.
"What the hell!?"
"Hang on..." Arco dials a number and holds the phone to his ear, only for it to ring to voicemail, "Shit..."
"Who are you calling?"
"Talent Agency..."
"You idiot! Call Zane!"
"I'm working on it."
There are screams, ever so faint between the shots that echo into the sky.
"It's Arco! How many of our guys did you pull away? What the hell is going on at the Plaza?? ...Don't change the subject, man. Where's our people?"
Mimi can't make out the man's voice on the other end, but she can tell he's agitated with them as usual.
"Damn it... Damn it!"
"What!?" She snaps.
"We fucked up bad... Mimi, who the hell was that girl?"
"Her ass wouldn't choke anything up! If a damn bullet didn't make her, I don't think anything will."
"We need to take her and figure out what she knows. As much as we can..."
They glance at the factory doors, then at each other.
"Shit... Come on then!"
>It was months after they had met. Mimi sat alone at a booth in a diner on a cold morning. A young waitress set down a cup of coffee in nothing but a tight apron with no regard for the weather or courtesy. Mimi kept her eyes down at the vintage tablecloth.
"Your food will be out shortly..."
She was at an old diner in one of the few areas of Northwood that hadn't faced modernization or overexposure to the erotic culture. That part of the city has been considered to be more like its own little community, essentially Northwood's Old Town, bordering the westernmost lake. The atmosphere warm and inviting, it brought her back to her old home in Alabama. With her name-brand bag resting beside her, an unopened envelope stared her down through the zipper. She clenched her fist around the mug's handle; months of working with little to show for it, she could barely keep up with the cost of living. A figure dashed by the window beside her, and soon after, the bell over the door rang out.
"Hi, welcome," The unenthusiastic waitress spoke before being swiftly run into by a hurried Helena.
The girl plopped herself down into the seat across from Mimi, holding a folded paper, "Wahh! I'm late... I'm so sorry Mimi, the bus driver was...— Well, what matters is that, I'm here now!" Her eyes wandered to the girl's hand, drops of coffee spilled from a shaky grip, "Oh, you spilled a little..."
Mimi glared, "I know."
"I found something interesting, and thought you should take a look."
She slid the paper over with expectancy. The other unfolded it.
"Financial aid for... Self-sustaining orphaned teens!? You think I'm a damn orphan??"
"No no! It's not necessarily for just the orphans. Well, it is, but since you're living alone it's likely that you can qualify."
"I don't need none of that financial assistance crap, I can handle my own just fine!"
The waitress brought a plate with a single piece of French toast, "Are you sure this is all you wanted...?"
Mimi didn't take her eyes off Helena until the waitress walked away. She continued, "You can go grab all the government aid you need. I'm not wasting my time in a line when I could be out making my own cash."
"You'd rather put stress on yourself than wait a few hours for passive income?"
"It's not—! I just..."
Mimi froze, taking a breath to calm herself before taking a bite, "Whatever. Let's do it..."
"Really? Great! We can sign up together! Hey, are you on a diet?"
"You don't gotta keep reminding me how broke I am."
The building was a single-story structure situated on a small, flat cape by the lake nearby. Barren metal walls, no windows, a cheap sign with colorful lettering, and the whole thing surrounded by trees that block the view of the water around it. Standing in the empty parking lot, Mimi tried to read the text, "'Financial services for independent minors...' With building block letters... Who the hell do they think we are?"
"I didn't expect it to be so bleak. I wonder how often people like to come here; it's almost empty. But if it means getting a few free months of rent, I think I can endure."
"Let's get it over with..."
Helena held the door open and let Mimi pass, but the girls froze at the sight of stained tiles and disrepair. The buzzing of yellowing fluorescent lights was an unwelcoming addition—the reception area was cluttered with damage on everything from the cheap furniture to the dirty carpets.
"You telling me this is social welfare?" Mimi scoffed.
"I'd forgive them if it were budget cuts or to give us a bigger payout. They're doing a good cause."
"Whatever... Where the hell is everyone?"
A figure raised from behind the counter in a cartoonish manner; long lavender hair with sidelocks running down her bust, which was squeezed under a cropped double-breasted blazer, dress shirt, and tie—blue, black, and yellow, respectively. Elbow-length gloves and a fur collar had her visibly sweating in the humid lobby.
"Customers? Delightful!" The woman cheered, "Welcome to our humble dining facility~"
"Actually we're here for the financial aid service," Helena smiled, "We're both sixteen, living in our own apartments."
"Why, that's very responsible of you girls... There are just a few questions we have to ask first. Follow me."
And when she stepped into view, the lower half of her outfit was revealed. An appearance designed to divide two natures of one person—the top professional and comfortable, while the bottom reveals the bare hips as a black leotard wraps around her groin. Her ass swayed in her step and left the girls stunned at the sudden exposure. She pushed a door open, and it slammed behind them.
"I'm Christina, call me Chris! Let's start with your names..."
Their eyes wandered around the room. A barred concession window led to a darkness full of various dim lights that seemed impossible to make out. Old TVs were mounted along the walls, and the only other path was a heavy-duty steel door.
"Bars? What kind of—" Mimi questioned before being cut off.
"Great to meet you!"
"My name's Helena. This is my friend, Mimi."
"We're really short-staffed. Not much has happened in the past month, so we're really excited to see some new faces!”
"You and who else?" Mimi scoffed.
"We'll get to that, Bars. In the meantime, answer the questions you see on the screens. You people like screens, right? Technology!"
The televisions flickered, buzzing with high-pitched feedback that shifted and bent when the images changed. Christina grabbed a pen and paper from a tray cart, "Be 100% honest!"
The first line of text appeared: 'Where are your parents?'
"Excuse me?"
"Um... Is that a serious question? Haha..."
"You have 12 seconds to answer!"
"My mom is... Busy... In New York," Mimi answered, "My Dad is better off dead, to me at least."
"Mine are far away, I don't think I'll be seeing them again anytime soon..."
The next question: 'How many people know you're here?'
The light in the room shifted to a deep shade of blue.
"What??"
"Only we do, why?"
'How many partners do you have?'
"None..."
"None! I don't do that..."
The lights changed to red.
'Are you a virgin?'
"No comment."
"Of course I am! Um... Why is that a question?"
Chris had stopped writing. Instead, an intense stare hit the girls with her dilating pupils; a blank face. One of her eyes shook slightly while slowly drifting away.
"Um... Miss?" Helena waved.
"Answer the questions. Otherwise, we can't help you... Please..."
"I'm not a virgin! Happy?"
"What? Mimi—"
'What was your last meal?'
"A single piece of French bread. I'm fuckin' starving..."
"Mimi! We don't have to—"
Chris scribbled without taking her eyes off them, speaking relaxed, "What was your first time like?"
"What do you care!?" She shouted. Her gaze traveled between the screens, conflicting information reigned on them with elements mirroring that of the Stroop test. The question changed, but Christina insisted on her own, "Was it a boy? Or a girl? Have you ever gotten pregnant? Did you lure them in with rigorous perfection~?"
'Where were you born?'
"That's none of your damn business!"
"What's happening!?" The other cried.
Green.
"When did you first have intercourse?" Asked the woman.
The screens flashed, 'When did you move to the New East?'
"What the fuck am I supposed to say!?"
"Miss, could we take a break?"
The clipboard fell to the ground, "Answer the screens, girls!"
Helena stepped forward, "We moved here earlier this year!"
'Have you been stuck with a needle since arriving?'
"The fuck??"
"N-No! I can't remember the last time I've been to the—!"
Christina laughed hysterically, her voice suddenly full of rasp and energy, "You good little girls are a perfect display of purity! Aren't you? Hiding in those delicious, raw bodies... Show me your tits! I need to get a whiff...!"
Yellow.
Mimi grabbed her friend's wrist and pulled her back, "What the hell is wrong with you!?"
'How many people do you care about?'
"Show me... Show me!!" The woman screamed, slamming her face into one of the televisions and shattering the glass. She turned to them with her face sliced and bleeding, a manic grin sending them further into panic.
Helena screamed and threw herself into the corner. Mimi tried the door they came in through, but the knob snapped away at the oxidized base, "What the fuck!?"
The locks on the other door unlatched as the questions ended. The lights and television went dark, and the only light came from the little lights through the bars and the hallway beyond the small glass window of the heavy door.
Mimi dug through her bag; Helena sobbed uncontrollably.
"It is time, my beloved! After long months of being starved, we shall give these natural bodies a new home for nourishment!"
Mimi caught a glimpse of Christina's bloodied, twitching face. A piece of skin hung from their cheekbone—one eye looked in the other direction. The girl aimed a little container of pepper spray and shot it directly onto their face, sending them stumbling back and shrieking. The tone of their voice shifted back to its original feminine quality, save for the gritting of teeth and howls of pain.
"Gahh! Jack, you insolent brat! Look what you did to me!!"
Her voice continued to change between two natures as she spoke back and forth to herself.
"Helena, come on!!" Mimi shouted, dragging her away from the corner and pulling her through the other door.
The voices echoed into the hallway, Helena tried to calm herself and breathe, "M-My head is spinning sooo much...! I'm trying to focus, I'm trying!!"
"I need you to quiet down! We gotta get the hell outta here."
"I just... I need to breathe... Oh god..."
The girls rushed into one of the many rooms, Mimi checking the hallway before shutting themselves in, "Don't let her know where we are, we gotta shut our mouths and wait."
Pulling out her phone, she used her flashlight to navigate the dark space. Crates draped with tarp, sinks and shower stalls, and dark red stains covered the faded tile. Another way out was the priority, and the girls searched with different plans in mind.
"Find an opening. If not somewhere to hide."
"Shouldn't we use something to defend ourselves?"
Mimi held up her pepper spray, "This shit worked on my scum of a father and it worked on this freak too!" she hissed, "...Doesn't mean we gotta go out of our way to use it..."
The glow of a single yellow light on the lower wall caught Helena's attention. A faint view, an object like torn bread—pale red with scabs and a rough surface that once leaked a liquid that became a stain like the others. There was something organic about it that she couldn't quite place; it wasn't a small chunk, but it wasn't large either. It drew her in with a sliver of empathy that was abruptly halted by the muffled voice of the woman down the hall.
"That's fine! Fine indeed! We don't mind playing a game!"
Between words and the tapping of their feet were heavy thuds, banging and shaking the doors of each room. "Fear is a great motivator!" Until the pounding landed at their's. Mimi scrambled to shut off her light; Helena stood with an uncontrollable gasp that sent her hands to her mouth.
Mimi pulled her into the nearest stall and yanked the door shut just far enough to prevent any potential squeak. The final few inches were sacrificed to avoid slamming it shut. In that quiet commotion, the gasp and the scrape of Mimi's bracelet against the stall were enough to alert the other.
"Oho... Don't make it so easy for us! We love a challenge!"
Then a bursting crash as the door was slammed into with force. The voice flipped, "And for a couple of young, luscious girls, I expect you'll make a delectable treat for my beloved~!"
The movements were sporadic, uncalculated. They slammed into the crates and jolted and jittered with an unhinged energy that disturbed the dark peace. Mimi held Helena close.
"Oh my," The voice calmed, "You're so generous, darling. But you know I prefer the meat of young boys. It makes me... Warm between the legs..."
Once slow and fluid, dust particles visible in the faint glow found an unexpected motion as the body lashed through, "And then you wonder why I don't pleasure you at night anymore!? Such a bitter taste you're fond of. Putrid! Distasteful..."
"Don't you know how much I despise the juices of the girls you're always inclined to wring out!?"
"I should wring you out, my beloved...!"
The body collapsed—the girls heard it. Through the crack in the door, they could vaguely make out Christina's body lying beside the light. Her tongue lolled out beside the object Helena was examining, while one leg continuously thrashed as if it were trying to drag her away. Mimi brought her lips to Helena's ear, giving a whisper that was masked by the other's muttering, "We gotta get the fuck outta here. Make a right when we get to the hall. She's gonna hear us, so haul ass."
She nodded with her breathing erratic. Mimi slowly unhinged the stall, and with a quick swing, they bolted for the door. A steel object on the ground slammed into Helena's shin and sent her sliding across the cluttered tile, "Ow!!"
"You idiot!" Mimi shouted, turning to help her.
"Jack! They're here Jack!" The woman urged, but she couldn't get herself up.
"I just need a taste, dear! Just— Agh! You bit my tongue! Stupid bitch!!"
The girls slipped out the door just as Christina brought herself to her feet, but Helena could only limp through the pain that was surging in her leg. The door behind them was slammed into violently from the other side, dented. Mimi pulled the girl's arm over her shoulder and began trying doors, desperate to get out of the light. With another thud, the other door burst open, just as they got themselves into another room.
"You let go of me, woman!" The other growled, "I swear to you I will split our flesh and pull your stomach through your throat!!"
"You won't dare harm me, Jackeline!"
Helena sobbed into her hands. "She's having a domestic dispute... W-With herself...?"
"This chick is fuckin' twisted... Shh!"
With their composure hanging by a thread, they navigated the void with a sliver of vision that kept their eyes tricking them. Objects that weren't there slowed their steps; Helena's shaky breaths on Mimi's arm made constant flinching. Despite everything, the hallway had gone eerily silent.
"T-This is the worst experience I've ever had," Helena whispered, "I've been all over the world and New East is by far the worst...!"
"You're strong, Helena. Don't put yourself down, only pussies do that..."
"I'd take another year at the nasty school over another second of this..."
Around them were the various whirs and hums of electronics in the humid air—It wasn't immediately apparent how the ambience they produced alleviated some of their stress. Only when those noises suddenly died down did they realize how much worse things could have gotten. The air stopped blowing from a nearby vent; any faint source of light vanished and left the room pitch black. A foul odor accumulated quickly. The walls had gone dead silent.
"Oh god..." Helena cried.
"The fuck happened...!?"
In the stillness appeared a subtle rumble, like an engine somewhere distant but nearby. Mimi's phone screen lit up her face when she was about to enable her flashlight, but in the split second before she did, the room illuminated with spots of deep red from emergency lights above two doors. The girls looked around frantically, only for their gaze to land on something they couldn't process at first. The scene before them clicked; Helena choked on her breath, Mimi's eyes widened—both of their hearts felt as though they were tied to weights that crashed into the pit of their stomachs. An amalgamation—not that of a creature, but of torn flesh and strings that were almost unidentifiable. Lying on the laminate, halves of bodies—boys and girls with precise cuts along their severed limbs. Where blood once leaked and had become rough scabs that stuck their skin to the counter. With their hair crusted and body fat scattered, they lay stacked on top of one another; their severed vessels tangled and stretched into a machine above them with a medical monitor and nozzles that would have spewed their own blood back into them, likely with the rhythm of their heartbeat. The air was getting warmer, thicker. Quick footsteps down the hallway brought the girls back to reality.
"Don't look, Helena," Mimi whispered, dragging her away. The other girl couldn't get a word out, only short exhales of terror as she was brought to the other side of the room. A door to a storage room gave them a brief escape. With the red hue, objects were difficult to make out, but they pushed on with urgency. Through rooms and halls, the structure of the building grew more and more bizarre. The frequency of doors was obstructive and impractical; every room was designed either like a kitchen and break area or dilapidated cleanrooms with tight paths between machinery and racks. They found large holes in the walls with debris and organic material scattered around them, surrounded by paint that shaped glyphs and symbols they couldn't comprehend. Ringing in their ears from the deafening silence, distant noises not only gave them relief, but an estimate as to where their hunter was. Among them was a scream. Guttural, painful, then another stretch of quiet.
"What the hell is wrong with this place...!? Who in their right mind puts five doors in a room? This one don't even lead to nothin'!"
Helena responded with a single shrug.
"These lights are pissing me off. Leading us fuckin' nowhere..."
"Mimi...?"
"Let me think!"
"Listen...!"
In her annoyance, she didn't realize the rumbling growing louder—closer. The sound vibrated their bones and clattered their teeth; it was choppy like a noisy generator with a sinister presence, slightly changing in pitch as if it were being swung around.
Helena dove out of sight and climbed into a small cabinet in fear, "Just hide...! Please...!"
Then the ear-shattering grind of metal against metal, piercing the walls from the next room over. And the other's voice rang out.
"Jack! We've been through this!" They cried, "You agreed not to do that to me again! This is not a life-threatening situation!"
The saw powered up and tore through one of the many doors in the room.
"Locking... Doors... in my own home!?" She shouted between grinds, "Just when I thought you couldn't get any lower!"
Mimi ducked behind an island counter to get out of view, just as the door crashed to the ground. Christina stepped in, wielding an oversized sally saw that roared so loudly it made their ears ache.
"I won't let you take our little angels for yourself. Greedy, gluttonous, pig!"
With an aggressive swing—and impossible strength—the sharpened claws dug into an old bookshelf until the blade between them shredded the wood. Debris shot everywhere, hitting Helena while she was peeking through the crack of the cabinet doors.
The shelf flew over the counters and slammed into the wall. Christina pushed the machine into idle with heavy panting and a sudden weakness in her legs. While peeking, Helena caught a look at Christina under the red light. Their tool was almost as tall as her—bumped into everything around as the woman tried to reposition herself. Christina was roughed up; blood covered her lower half where her leotard was now ripped and exposing her lower half—split up to her navel, mangled flesh hanging from her groin. Helena covered her mouth again, just before the blade began to pick up speed.
"You think you're better than me, Jackeline!? I know you won't stoop so low as to fuck a corpse!"
They stormed across the room and forced Mimi to reposition. Luckily, the weapon masked any sound she could have made, and after trying another locked door, they cut their way through in a fit of rage.
Mimi rushed to Helena's hiding spot, "Back where she came, we gotta make distance, hurry up!"
But when she pulled the girl's arm, Helena pulled back, "N-No...!"
"What??"
"I'm safe here... If we just hide maybe they'll get bored and—"
"You idiot! You'd sit there and leave me to die cause you're too much of a pussy to fight for your life!?"
"I can't do it! It's too much. It's too scary—!"
Her words were cut short when she was yanked out aggressively. Pots and pans clattered around them as Mimi shouted, "It's your fault we're gonna die in this shithole! You brought us here! I'm not carrying a little bitch like you out of here and risk my life unless you can keep your shit together and pick your ass up!"
Helena sobbed quietly. Mimi didn't get another word out before a hand covered her mouth from behind. The girls flinched.
"Now now... That's no way to treat our friends, is it?"
A gentle, masculine voice spoke into her ear with gentle breaths as delicate as his grip.
"Shh," He whispered, "You've made enough noise as is~ Christina probably knows we're here, so we need to get moving, girls..."
He pulled them up and revealed a mostly androgynous figure in the dim, color-masking light. He dusted the fur trim of his pants and held the belt chains to mute their jingling, then led them back toward where they came.
"Who the hell are you?" Mimi hissed.
"Just another poor, poor soul like you two, trapped in a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune," He said with an exaggerated poetic flair, "That stupid bitch has a sweet tooth for delectable young flesh such as yourselves~"
"Y-You're covered in blood," Helena pointed, "Did she hurt you?"
"Oh, why she loooves to see others squirm and wreathe... Too bad for her, I escaped her revolting grasp..."
"Who the hell are you!?"
"There's a back door to a tunnel leading allll the way out to the cliffside. May the shadows be in your favor, beautiful young ladies~"
"Won't you answer me!?"
"Thank you mister..." Helena cried.
"I should be thanking you," He winked.
His midsection almost glistened with drying blood—the sight of which Mimi didn't know whether to be aroused or disgusted by. His halter-neck top covered his chest and narrowed up to the collar, revealing his entire back and shoulders. His hair was tied up on one side, giving him an asymmetrical silhouette.
"C'mon Mimi, I wanna go home...!"
"By the way," He added, "Don't let the bodies get to you. She gets a little messy when she's excited. Don't we all? Ahaha~!"
With a sway in his step, he led the girls through complex corridors and damaged hallways. Helena swallowed hard, desperately trying to suppress the urge to puke or break down in tears again. Mimi couldn't keep her eyes off the boy, whether of suspicion or attraction; she took a deep breath but stopped herself from speaking up. She found herself almost intimidated by his noticeably toned arms that gave contrast to his otherwise feminine frame. The boy navigated without error, counting doors and passing through with no sensible caution—unnaturally perceptive in the dark with little light to go off of.
"You tellin' me you know about this tunnel?" Said Mimi, swinging her arm in front of Helena and stopping in place, "The hell are you still doing here if you know about it?"
The boy stood there for a moment in an uncomfortably long moment of silence, before giving them a blatantly fake giggle that escalated to a forced laugh, "I stumbled across some alluring young girls who look to be a treat for a teenage boy like me~ I figured that saving them would net me some worthwhile time with them~"
"You're disgusting."
"I'm asexual!" Helena blurted out.
His face dropped—a stare pierced them like a needle injecting pure dread. For a moment, each eye focused on both girls at once; an eyelid drooped, twitched, until his focus shifted solely to Helena. She felt his gaze prod her, from her tear-stained face to her skirt and back. It made her appreciate the shorts underneath a lot more, but it didn't help when he lingered on her thighs and spoke: "Yes... You are a very sexual creature..."
Her gut twisted. Mimi stepped in front of her, "You sick people and your hypersexual bullshit is pissin' me off! Do you realize the situation we're in!? You don't give a damn about saving nobody! You only care about what you can get out of it!"
"You're so damn provocative with that voice and how you use it... I'm so lucky to be face to face with you two; away from that decrepit whore with her abundance of greed..."
Mimi spat in his face and momentarily stunned him.
"We're getting the fuck out ourselves... I hope that bitch cuts you into itty bitty pieces! Let's go, Helena."
But before she could take a step, the boy wiped her saliva from his face with his palm and lapped at it. The girls caught a glimpse at his tongue. It was swollen, a piece hanging by thin strings of flesh. His breathing was rapid and heavy—he was drooling more saliva than he had on his hand. Mimi stared for a moment.
"Your tongue..." She muttered.
"What happened...?" Asked Helena.
"Stupid bitch bit me!" He shouted with unstable movement, "I can't go a fucking DAY without her trying to wring out everything she can get out of me... Girls, would you mind spitting in my mouth? I'm starving!"
Mimi's heel met his groin with a kick that knocked him against the wall, "Run!"
The girl hesitated, "W-What?" Before being pulled along. They rushed through more bizarre rooms, slamming through doors only to realize the rumble of the saw was following distantly behind.
Christina charged through a straight series of door frames with breathy pants and feral growls. Her skin was becoming loose and damp, splinters covering her arms and hips while scratches bled all over. The claws of her saw jammed into a wall and sent her tumbling forward, straight into the boy's lap. Her weapon fell to the ground.
"Chris?" He gasped, "Have you fallen, my beloved?"
"It was but a stumble, Jackeline..." She huffed, "My skin is becoming weak under the heat; too much warmth, darling..."
"If it were only for our bodies, living to sustain themselves, the hassle would be none. Not for my incompetence, we'd have a generous feast for the both of us..."
"Why must we suffer in a lone world?"
"As we have since emerging from the shadows."
"Long, long years since the first birth. God despises us..."
"We are not of his world. It's not for us to worry—I'll take care of you."
The pair brought themselves to their feet, readjusting themselves from their clothes to their softening skin.
"The lights, Darling. You can't find what you can't see."
"The shadows are kind to vermin... I'll bring you light, under the condition that you'll find it in you to share the meat of our young prey."
"The eyes belong to me alone, darling~ I would love to crush theirs between my teeth..."
"I would struggle to deny you, my beloved. Let us waste time in idle chatter no longer. Tonight, we shall dine!"
The girls were back wandering aimlessly through the darkness. Candlelights in a room gave them a sense of direction, but that room was much darker and nearly impossible to see in.
"I didn’t believe a word outta that freak's mouth..." Mimi mumbled.
"He was sort of nice... If it weren't for how nasty people are here, I'd probably have a better time making friends. Not to say you're mean, Mimi, but you're not the nicest either. But in comparison, you're actually normal! And I'm glad that you're my friend..."
Mimi paused, turning to face her friend. It took her a moment to form her ideas into words. "Yeah, I guess I'm lucky to have you around too... I don't know what woulda happened to me if I hadn't met you, so... Thanks?"
She giggled, "You're welcome! You know, you make me feel a lot more comfortable in our situation, so I should be thanking you!"
The little light they had suddenly died out in a draft. Not a moment later, the white fluorescents came on with a blinding flash as their eyes tried to adjust. But in the moment, it seemed as though the red glow had only gotten brighter. They looked up to make out the color, only to realize the room was almost entirely a dark red from halfway up the wall to the floor. It wasn't carefully stroked paint, but a mess of smears and prints so dense that some spots appeared pitch black. The feeling of the tile below their shoes was dry and rough, as though it were covered in a thin layer of sand so soft it was slippery; crusted.
"Come on..." Mimi urged.
When they turned around, Helena gasped. Between where the candles once burned was a stake. On the stake, the body of a girl filleted on each end—voids in the eye sockets and her head separated from her torso. Cut down the middle, her skin was peeled to the sides and cut in a way that resembled wings. Her organs were spilled onto the surface while her ribcage was stuffed with blue pedals, which had a glistening, pearlescent-like surface shifting in color depending on the angle. Her groin was left intact, surrounded by a metal piece with a floral design made to glorify her pussy. The blood was drained, flesh left to dry, but preserved through IV tubes in beautifully contorted messes extending to each side of her.
Mimi's lip quivered. Helena fell to her hands and knees, but panicked when she noticed the red-coated floor and scrambled to her feet. It stood under a spotlight; an artpiece, decorated like an altar of flesh and wires. They couldn't discern the tubes and strings of tendons that tangled with one another, nor the yellowing substance that coated the severed insides of her inner vaginaf; some of which leaked from her pussy, and emanated a thick odor of a forbidden sweetness that pushed Helena over the edge. She doubled over and puked. Mimi stared in silence.
"Oh god! I can't take it!" The girl choked.
And the rumbling approached.
"Shit...! We gotta go! Now!!"
They were forced to push on. The other was only gaining. The building now lit, the girls had better visibility but less opportunity to hide. By then, they had gone deep enough that doors stopped appearing on the walls ahead. Hallways began to feel more like tight utility tunnels with impossible curves and sharp turns. Exhaustion crept up on them. Their adrenaline began burning away just before Mimi caught a glimpse of a familiar head peeking around the corner down the way.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Back that way!"
Helena huffed with heavy breaths, "I need a break, I'm gonna die...!"
Christina stepped into view with her saw gripped tightly. A light behind her obscured details, making her a distant silhouette with dangling tissue, staring the girls down. With only one way to go, Mimi turned around with Helena and rushed back the way they came. She kept the girl's arm around her shoulder to keep her going, but it wasn't much help, especially for her own energy. The buzz of the saw intensified and reverberated so loud it masked Christina's manic laughter as she hauled the machine by her side. A rumble, growing deeper as it got closer—their legs only wanted to give. Mimi spotted a door; a glance was enough for her to take the chance and dive in. Christina gave it her all, readied the saw for a thrust, only to be met with sparks when she slammed into a pipe beside it.
"You slippery little rats! Think you're better than me!?"
Helena collapsed under her own weight. Mimi could barely keep herself upright.
"Helena?" Mimi called with growing annoyance, "Get up!"
"I can't... I can't..."
She grabbed a nearby bucket and held it under a faucet, only to jump back at the sight of a severed head in the sink.
"Damn it!"
Christina was at it with her saw, trying to cut through the door. Mimi dragged Helena, "We gotta hide. Help me out here!"
"Just give me a minute..."
"You're impossible! There ain't no time!"
She brought her into a stall, sitting her down beside a toilet. With the last bit of time they had left, Mimi rushed to open the other door to trick Christina before hiding away with Helena. The other broke through and stormed in. Her legs were visible from under the stall door; her erratic movements heavy and unpredictable as if she were carrying twice her body weight and her body could barely support it.
"A presentable young lady should not be hiding from the eyes of the world~! Come on out and play, you pretty little angels!"
Soon after, they exited the room in search.
"We gotta get back toward the front. There ain't no way out back here..."
"I'm so tired Mimi...! I can't move my legs..."
Mimi slapped her.
"Pull it together or you'll die here like the rest of the deserving pricks in here!"
They pushed on, but the way back felt longer than before. They had to sneak behind the woman, who rambled to herself and moved unpredictably, sometimes charging at nothing and startling them. Then they found a familiar room. Blinking lights ranging from blue, red, and yellow, with a barred concession window leading to a small room with TVs and two doors...
Mimi snapped her fingers, "Right there! That's the way out. Finally..."
But their relief didn't last. Jack appeared hanging from the ceiling like a bat with his legs wrapped around a pipe, grinning, "Peekaboo!"
Mimi shrieked for the first time and guarded her friend.
"Don't be alarmed, Bars. We're merely playing a game."
He dropped to his feet with a stiff landing. When Mimi fumbled with her pepper spray, he immediately swatted it from her hand.
"No no no, we won't be having that..."
"Please! We just want to go home!" Helena cried, "We didn't do anything to you!"
Jack ignored her plea, taking slow steps forward, "So provocative you girls are... Hiding under those sewn garments and false skin... Bars, your shirt hangs off your beautiful shoulder. Were you that eager to let boys like me see your bra? It's a lovely sight~ Helena, was it? You care to cover nearly every inch of your body besides those alluring thighs of yours..."
"That's not provocative!"
The boy drooled, "Even the most reserved let their true nature seep through... Your voice, English isn't your first language, is it?"
"Uhh..."
"You're so easy to get along with, aren't you? Adorable little angel... I think you'd both be irresistible with a little less on."
"Fuck off!" Mimi snapped.
Jack tore a knife out of a nearby pile of flesh, beckoning for them to get close. They were backed into the corner. Mimi's eyes never left his blade, but Helena eyed a human finger on the counter behind her.
"Back the fuck up!" Mimi shouted.
Helena swung around to face him, "Fetch!" And tossed the finger. It caught his attention, and he rushed to catch it like a dog, slamming his body onto a gas stove, inadvertently activating the burner.
"Meat!" He growled, biting into the flesh, ripping away at it with his teeth until the bone cracked, "Too long... Too long..."
Mimi kicked his leg and tried to get ahold of the knife, "Helena! Grab his arm!"
"Get off! Who raised you!? Feral creatures!!"
His arms were locked behind him, but his grip on the knife couldn't be broken. Trying to reposition herself, Helena's arm slid across the blade.
"Ow!! Ow ow ow!"
"Ughh! This annoying fuck!" Mimi shouted, before grabbing the back of his head and forcing it down with her body weight.
His face slammed into the burner, which burned through his flesh. Now he was thrashing. The flame melted his skin to an unnatural extent, and before anyone knew it, his skull caved in and blood gushed in such a thick volume that it plugged the holes and extinguished the flame. The igniter clicked repeatedly as the girls took a step back, the knife fell before their feet and the body collapsed.
"Jesus Christ..."
"Mimi!! Mimi my arm! My arm!"
It was a deep gash. Blood soaked through her sleeve. But the pain was the least of her concern when she witnessed the hole in the side of Jack's face. His brain pulsated and quivered on the slimy surface, twitched and moved in a way that shouldn't be possible. She screamed and covered her face.
"Helena! Come on!" Mimi urged, grabbing her by the bleeding arm, making her flinch.
"Ow!!"
The door burst open.
"Jack? Jack!! My darling!"
The girls were cornered. Christina rushed to her lover and set the saw down beside him as she held him in her arms. But Jack's eye fluttered open, loose and erratic.
"Make them beautiful, Christina darling..."
"With prejudice!"
The other stood and grabbed her weapon, immediately charging at the girls who narrowly evaded her strike. She tugged the saw out of the ceramic and sent sparks flying.
"Haul ass!" Mimi shouted.
Heading straight for the door, their escape was interrupted by Jack's grasp on Mimi's ankle. He brought her down with a hard face plant that winded her.
"Mimi!"
A scrape of the knife against the tile, Jack pulled the girl's back against his chest.
"And I will make you beautiful!!"
He cut through her shirt and bra with aggressive sawing, then her shorts and panties before tossing her clothes aside. It left slices down her chest and on her thigh, but the cuts were shallow.
"Stop it! Stop!!" Helena cried, only to realize the claws of the woman's weapon were positioned on each side of her head, the spinning blade inches away from her face, "Oh god!!"
"It's your turn, little angel~!"
Helena fell back onto the floor in fear.
Jack lapped at Mimi's bleeding chest, his broken tongue grating her skin, eventually grazing her nipple, "Lactate for me... I crave your Nectar; the essence of a goddess..."
"I would hate to ruin your beautiful face," Said Christina, "Show us your true colors!"
Helena sobbed uncontrollably, so much that she struggled to breathe. Grabbing the sides of her blazer, she reluctantly began stripping her clothing with her back arched to keep as much distance from the blade as possible.
Mimi's head spun, her vision blurry and a sharp pain in her nose that overwhelmed the cuts on her skin, "You... Fucking freak..."
"Such language... We bow to your delicious body and yet you shame us..."
"I think you broke my fucking nose," She said breathily, trying to put in aggression that wouldn't come.
A layer of pink was revealed under Helena's uniform; her underwear had little bowties and was branded with cute cartoon characters. Her sweat-glazed skin was exposed to the air and formed goosebumps to accompany her trembles.
"How adorable!" Christina giggled, "I understand now. A little princess like you would hide your most valuable assets under a facade of absolute innocence! The most exclusive of delicacies!!"
Mimi held up her middle finger to Jack's face, "Fucking... Kill yourself..."
"That's it," Christina continued, "Come now... You have nothing to hide here, my angel..."
The girl was too embarrassed to speak. She fell to her knees and held her face in her hands.
"Please, nobody is around to catch you! You're not the first of your kind to reveal yourself here. Let us see you in the forbidden flesh!"
"Turn it off... Turn it off!!"
The woman glanced at her machine, and after brief hesitation, the motor was cut. Finally, the noise was minimal. Jack took a deep breath.
"I cannot bear waiting any longer, my beloved. Let us begin the ceremony!"
The door was locked, the lights dimmed, and the girls were laid on the counter while the couple lit candles and hung a variety of internal organs around the room. The lights on the high-end electronics glowed and shifted colors. The couple began heating pots and pans, preparing an array of tools and utensils, capping it off with two sharpened stakes that stood on their new altar of flesh.
A camera stood on a tripod facing the scene. With the press of a button, a red light signaled the recording. Christina and Jack stood before the lens.
"This day, we have been blessed with two potential angels—who may deliver us from our 24th centennial of banishment to a world not of our own... Tonight, we feast on the flesh of our goddesses and claim ourselves worthy of an offering in rebirth."
"Disguised as bodies of pure flesh, we reveal the delicacy of their false skin, made to deceive and tempt the minds of living mortals away from their moral order of their gods."
"The parting of flesh will reveal inner beauty, which shall be cleansed and consumed to mark our devotion to their unholy grace..."
"And in the darkness—the absence of light—they shall live again in their truest forms as angels to judge our worth..."
"By our forsaken flesh and blood," They spoke unanimously, "We plead for rebirth and deliverance from our physical bodies..."
The girls could barely keep their eyes open. Utensils clattered, and a knife reflected the candlelight.
"I would like to make the first cut, my beloved," Said Jack.
"Don't ruin the eyes; I like to feel them burst~"
"As long as you grill them to perfection, darling..."
A soft thud rang out when Helena tried to lift her head. Jack ran the cold metal along her soft skin.
"Such a lean frame... My disappointment is immeasurable; the fat of a female is a delicacy in its own..."
"Why, I'll say, Darling... Who's feeding these rats?"
"Welfare... An abomination of government pity..."
He let his tongue drag along Helena's torso, savoring the feel of her petite but soft breasts between his lips, rubbing his thumb over her smooth belly and thighs, "Oh how it would fill me with ecstasy to ravage your womb in your mortal form... A thirst I cannot quench under our circumstances..."
"Focus on your hunger, darling...!"
"Of course," He chuckled, "My apologies..."
Mimi opened her eyes. Her nose stung painfully; her toe grazed the rough metal of a grate on the stove. The fire had gone out, she recalled.
"Be fair, Jack... Show Bars some affection as well~!"
"You're right; how rude of me! After all, she has some more meat on her than the little one..."
His hands slid along Mimi's body until he was groping her all over. Weak movements brought her leg hanging slightly off the edge of the counter. Her toe felt the knob...
"Soft and plump, isn't she~?" Christina commented, "I presume she's in your favor?"
"Don't be quick to assumptions, dear. The other has my heart in a tight grasp. Her adorable voice and demeanor are sure to melt the coldest of hearts. The way she moved, her sorrowful tears—Oh, it made me warm and fuzzy~ A perfect mate to carry my offspring..."
"Jack...! Don't get lost in your fantasies! Our marriage is not to be taken lightly."
"Yes, yes. Don't mind it..."
The knob twisted, but no fumes could escape. The cauterised blood trapped the gases inside.
"We need to begin, darling. The pans are sizzling, I'm afraid the butter may burn..."
"Yes yes, of course..."
A cattle gun sat with their arsenal, "I do not beg of you to do my bidding, my beloved, but your strength far surpasses mine. Swinging around heavy machinery has greatly strengthened your old bones."
"You lazy brat... I'll humor you this once. Just this once..."
Jack handed her the tool, then went to check one of the pans where a layer of melted butter lightly sizzled on an uncovered burner, "Modern industry is a marvel..."
The cattle gun was aimed at Helena's head, ready to fire. Mimi got a glimpse, came to her senses, and with a sudden surge of adrenaline, she slammed her foot into the knob.
Click.
The igniter lit, and the stove burst into a forceful explosion that blew it away from the counter, pinning Jack between itself and another. It blew Christina off her feet, knocked the tripod over, and left Mimi's ankle charred and broken. The woman cursed and groaned, Jack screamed in agony over the cracking of flames. Helena woke in a panic, "W-What? What the hell?"
"Run! Get the fuck— Nnhg!! ...Outta here!" Yelled her friend.
Helena was quick to get to her feet, but Christina was quicker.
"What have you done!?"
"I hate you people!! You sick nasty freaks!"
"Who are you to judge us!?"
"Get away from me!"
She slid a knife off the counter and lunged at the woman with all her might, missing the other's attempt to grab her and driving the blade deep into their neck.
It was enough to rush by, but debris on the floor slowed her down. Mimi was left in a desperate crawl to escape both the couple and the growing fires. The boy's wailing died down, only to be substituted by Mimi's when Christina slammed her foot onto her ankle.
"You repulsive fiend! You dare try to take my lover away from me!? I'll wear your skinned demon flesh into the inferno and chew on your living intestines!"
All Mimi gave—besides groans of pain—was her middle finger lifted to their face.
"I'll be glad to devour you again after your resurrection, angel..." They growled, before their body collapsed with a harsh pop.
Helena stood over them, wielding the captive bolt pistol and shaking uncontrollably. Shocked, Mimi turned herself around to observe the scene. A hole in the other's forehead leaked a small stream of blood down her face, one eye hanging from her broken skull, "What the fuck..."
The weapon fell to the floor with a clatter.
"Mimi..." The girl cried, "I wanna go home..."
She held her arms out to her friend. Now she was the one carrying the other, away from the flames and their captors. Heading around to the other side of the concession window, Mimi spoke through gritted teeth, "Fuckin' door... The handle..."
After a moment of thought, Helena headed back, "I have an idea!"
"Helena!?"
Back in the burning kitchen, Helena gave her friend a thumbs up before dragging the custom-made sally saw back to her. It took their combined strength—at least what was left of it—to dig the claws into the door until the blade tore through the latch bolt, sending the whole thing swinging open. Daylight poured through the front windows in the lobby; escape was in sight. But after one step, there was a groan beyond the bars. Mimi paused to look.
"Mimi! No, let's go!" Cried Helena.
But she didn't listen. The flames grew, and an arm reached over one of the many countertops. Christina pulled her body up. Her skin was subtly melting instead of burning, like wax revealing darker and darker layers beneath until the decaying bones were exposed.
"Jack... Jack... I'm dying... We're dying..."
Jack's skull lay on the stove top.
"I didn't want it to end, Jack... My dear..."
Their hair burned away, clothes disintegrated, but the bones—they morphed, enlarged, and pierced what was left of the skin, marrow expanding like spray foam through the exposed and browning porous surfaces. She gargled through bubbling flesh, "I'll never let go, Jack. I'll never let go... I promise..." Before going limp against her lover. Then their remains reshaped—took the form of a figure. One of contortion, wrapped in veins and vessels, oozing thickened blood through open cuts made by the sharp edges of their mangled skeleton. Every movement was a visible contraction of muscle with retracting and protruding fat while they held their own deformed weight; a grotesque shape of the purest form of survival of the fittest, nothing but instinct and hunger in that vile amalgamation.
It faced the girls and unhooked its mouth, which split the entire head into three elongated chunks lined with rows of teeth. It hissed through little holes in its moving tonsils, causing rapid pitch changes in its bubbling vocalization.
Helena tried forcing Mimi away, but she was stunned—horrified. The other approached the bars with limbs of taut strings and tendons, before slamming into the metal and spraying foreign liquids across the tile.
Helena screamed, desperately trying to get Mimi to move. But even she became frozen when the throat separated to extend a pair of circular bones with serrated edges. Its veins pulsed, and the muscles released their tension to send the discs rotating at incredible speeds for a short duration, just enough to cut through the bottom half of the bars. It retracted slowly—tightened up for another burst.
"Please...! Please...!"
Mimi snapped out of her trance, "I've seen it all now..."
The girls limped away, breaching into the sunlight as an explosion behind them rumbled the ground and blew out the windows. Collapsing in the parking lot, they were finally given rest, save for the excruciating pain of their wounds and trauma.
"Call someone..." Mimi groaned, handing over her phone.
Helena dialed 911.
"Northwood police department, do you require general services or NLEA threat response?"
"Um... I don't know? M-Maybe both?"
"Please describe your situation."
"Someone is trying to kill us! They chased us around with a big saw and tried to eat us... They're cannibals! They turned into a monster! My friend's leg is broken!"
The operator stifled a giggle, "Right, right. We'll send some folks over."
The phone was pinged, their location was received, and the call ended.
"I don't think they believe me..."
"Bastards..."
The roof of the building began to crumble, sending dust and smoke high into the air. Soon after, a police car and ambulance arrived, and two female paramedics dressed as nurses rushed over.
"We'll save you!"
"On it!"
Their aprons were tied around their bare torsos with two straps and a belt that held equipment, along with a shrug to reveal as much skin as possible.
Mimi was treated; Helena was questioned.
"Hello, " Said the male officer, "Who attacked you?"
"Um... They're in there!" Helena said, pointing to the collapsed building.
"In the rubble?"
"It fell just a moment ago..."
"Ahaha... Feels like it was yesterday, doesn't it? That old kitchen used to make the best packaged pot pies!"
"W-What?"
"He's bullshitting us—!" Mimi shouted before being gagged with a towel.
"Bite down! This might hurt!" Said a paramedic.
"Mister, I'm telling the truth! There was a boy and girl with green hair and purple hair who tried to eat us! They turned into a monster!"
"We'll there are plenty of people with fancy hair colors. How are we supposed to identify them based on that?"
"They're still in there!"
"That place hasn't been in operation for years. The city is demolishing it and putting a movie theater in its place."
"I'm telling the truth!!"
The paramedics stood.
"She's all fixed up!"
"All done~!"
With some help, Mimi stood with a metal brace and a bandaged foot. She dusted dirt and rocks off her naked back and pulled the towel out, "Gah! You mindless idiot! We almost died in there and you're trying to pull that bullshit on us!?"
"Sorry ma'am. Without evidence, there's no crime. Have a nice day."
The officer slapped Helena's ass on his way back to his car. The girls were left naked and alone in the desolate parking lot...<
Mimi and Arco rush back into the factory.
"Zane wants us to 'positively identify' this chick," He says, "Said something about a detrimental liability if she knows too much or something like that."
"I knew I shoulda killed her ass..."
Izzy's cries can be heard throughout the building. Workers are on the phone with police and friends talking about the situation: a group of girls drowning to death after a violent altercation. She's right where they left her, on her knees in years and screaming in absolute anguish at the loss of her friends. Mimi only feels contempt for her, going as far as to spit in her hair when they approach.
"Hey, you need to come with us," Arco tells her, "We're not going to hurt you—only ask some questions."
Izzy looks up at them with one of the girls' hands in her grasp, "Look what happened...! Emma... She's dying!"
"Maybe the whore deserved it."
"I'll grab some zipties or something, keep an eye on her."
Mimi takes the gun from the floor while Arco searches around to something to restrain the girl with. Izzy wipes her tears and sniffles, "She was always so annoying. Always talking and bragging about her rich family... Sooo annoying. I had to teach her a lesson. Then she started to like me so I kept her."
"Takes an annoying brat to like one. Where did you get those photos, 'Izzy'?" She asks, saying her name mockingly.
She sniffles and rubs her nose, "One of my friends had them when I was looking through their stuff. I caught him taking pictures of girls around that high school down the street and got him in my car and like drove away."
"You whores disgust me..."
Arco returns with some zipties, and they work together to tie her up, hauling her out to her car and stuffing her in the trunk.
"Guys that's not funny!" She whines, "Don't lock me in here! I think there's spiders."
"You got some bigger spiders to deal with!" Mimi shouts before slamming the door shut. "Let's get her to the unit."
"Right."
On the drive, Arco gathers his thoughts, "Zane said he pulled the heat off of us by ordering our men to make a scene."
"Who the hell does he think he is? He doesn't have the authority to tell my men where to go!"
"I'd appreciate it if the police weren't a bunch of uncontrollable exhibitionists..."
"You're one to talk..."
"It's hot in here!" Izzy cried.
"Shut the fuck up!"
They head down a road, past a police station right down the road from an indoor storage unit; an impractical arrangement given their circumstances. They park in a reserved space.
"Where are we? Guys?" Izzy calls out, "Don't leave me in here!"
"Give us a minute." Says Arco.
Heading into the lobby, the pair approaches the front desk.
"We got another asshole to bring in," Says Mimi.
A girl behind the counter smiles at them, "Hi Mimi, hi Arco. Another one? Woah, you're bringing a lot! Must be a busy week."
"Just give us the damn key..."
She giggles and hands over a key card, "As always, I'll keep an eye on the climate control. By the way, Arco, I think I see some muscle coming in~! Have you been working hard?"
Mimi grabs a glass vase and splashes the girl's face with its contents, "Shut it, skank!"
"Ahh! My uniform!"
Arco rolls his eyes, "You want a coffee, Mimi?"
"Milk and no sugar."
"You got it."
Soon after, Mimi brings in Izzy by the arm.
"This game isn't fun anymore!"
"Shut up!"
She's brought through the halls, passing the indoor units until they stop beside one amongst many. Arco sets down the coffees and brings the card up to the reader, which gives a green light and an accompanying beep. The door lifts automatically, letting the fluorescent lights of the hallway spill into the darkness of the unit to reveal some tool carts and boxes, as well as two metal chairs bolted to a support beam against the back wall. Sitting in those chairs are two girls restrained and gagged: a familiar white haired girl, and one with blonde. They're both unconscious and tied with rope. Izzy starts to panic, "Oh no! What did they do to you? Aw... I should have stayed home and played with my friends...!"
A bike lock is used around her zipties to secure her momentarily while her new captors make preparations. Mimi grabs another chair and Arco takes a power tool from one of the carts, setting up a new seat beside the others which Izzy is soon seated in
"Don't do that!" She whines, "I'll be good!"
"Then you oughta keep it that way!" Shouts Mimi.
The girl struggles as she's bound with rope and tied tightly to the chair. Not too long after, Arco checks a vial on a vented box in the corner, "Sedative is good. I'll tell the others and they'll call us when they're ready to start."
"Whatever..." Mimi groans, "I need to get patched up and checked for salmonella or something. Can't get that fuckin' taste out of my mouth..."
"You want me to take you to the hospital?"
"...I ain't going anywhere with you. Go fix a bulb or something."
"Whatever you say..."
He shuts the door and hands over her coffee, "Here. Hope it's good to the last drop."
She takes a sip on the way out, only to pause and spit it back into the cup, "Ugh! This has sugar, idiot!"
"Uh, maybe that's mine then..."
They swap cups, only to find both obviously contain sugar. Mimi glares.
"Still bad?" He asks, "Damn... I guess I forgot..."
After another sip, she sighs, "Forget about it. It's fine..."
"Is it?"
"Yeah. It's... Alright. You wanna hit urgent care?"
There's a moment of eye contact, "Yeah... Yeah, I'll take you."
They head out, taking the car and driving off. Down a narrow road beside the storage building, the demolished remains of the welfare office sit, forgotten and abandoned. Catching another glance, she can only be silent. A subtle look of pity, but it's cold and indifferent. She takes a sip of her coffee as it disappears from view.
>A fire blazed before Mimi and Helena; the memories came rushing back. The aggressive clanking of utensils had the diners cheering, while the girls could only sit and bear the lingering trauma.
"Maybe you should have considered the kind of things they do here before taking us to teppanyaki..." Helena commented.
"So much for a distraction..." Mimi mumbled.
Warm lighting, hot flames, even the sizzling of meat mimicked the environment in which they were hunted. Mimi glanced at the device on her leg. It was heavy, but it allowed her to walk. Helena pulled off her knit sweater and revealed a camisole underneath, using it to wipe the sweat off her forehead.
Despite the cultural shift of the restaurant, the employees still wore skimpy uniforms that shoddily followed Japanese tradition in a stereotypical, even disrespectful manner.
"But it was nice of you anyway. I know how much trouble you have financially, so I want you to know that I really appreciate it!"
"Yeah... Still not as good as my favorite place back home. Not even close..."
With loaded plates, the girls feasted in the comfort of each other's company.
"I had a question about the self-defense course," Said Helena, but she was quickly cut off by Mimi.
"Shh! Quiet...! We gotta keep it down talking about that stuff. We can't let anyone know about it."
"But... The instructor said to discuss with our classmates about the things we learned."
"In private. I told you that this is some underground stuff... We ain't allowed to learn self-defense here. They want girls to be defenseless and it's disgusting."
"Oh... I'm sorry, Mimi... I didn't realize."
Helena was visibly disappointed. She poked at her food with her fork, "I was just having trouble understanding something... But it's okay! I'm sure I'll figure it out."
Mimi's phone rang in her bag. She groaned with her mouth full, then swallowed before answering, "What?"
A boy on the other end spoke, chewing between words, "Hey, something went down and we need you."
"It's my day off. Get someone else to do it!"
"You're under contract, aren't you? I mean, you agreed to drop anything you're doing and show up when they ask... You should get here."
He gave her a location before swiftly hanging up. She mumbled, "Fuck you and your contract..."
"Is everything okay?" Asked her friend.
"I'm getting called in to work... It's a damn emergency and we both know I need the money."
"Oh..."
After setting some money down, she stood and adjusted her shorts. "I'll call you tonight. Do me a favor and put my food in a box. I'll drop by your house to pick it up later."
Helena nodded, and with that, Mimi rushed out without another word. Her friend contemplated for a moment.
"What cleaning job requires a contract and being on-call...?"
The money caught her eye. The chef had already left, and there was no one around to see, so she took the cash and hid it in her sweater before making a swift exit after Mimi.
Outside of the restaurant was a busy commercial alley lit with colorful lights and decorated in a way that made it cozy, while also giving a lively charm to the gray sky. Helena pushed through crowds, watching the back of Mimi's head to keep on he trail. Upon reaching the street, she caught Mimi getting into an autonomous taxi before it joined the line of traffic. She rushed toward a lower-end cab and jumped into the back seat, "That car!" She pointed, "Follow that car!"
The driver looked at her with annoyance until she pulled the cash from her sweater and waved it at him, "Hurry! Hurry!"
With an eyeroll, he took her money and drove off. She pulled her sweater back on and gathered her thoughts.
"What am I doing...?" She thought.
The vehicles pulled up to a row of tightly packed shops with vehicles parked by the curb. The storefronts were under the shade of a concrete overhang, obscuring the faces of the few people who were there. Mimi rushed across the street, almost getting hit in the process, before approaching a small group outside of a little convenience store.
"Where are their uniforms...?"
Helena exited the cab and hid behind a parked bus across the road.
Mimi interrupted a conversation, "The fuck is so important that you had to drag me outta my dinner?"
A blonde-haired boy took a drag of a cigarette, "You got here pretty quick, I can't lie."
"What do you want?"
"Boss told us to do a discreet cleanup," He said with the colorful movements of his hands, "We brought some tools and stuff, locked up the front. All we gotta do is get them out, wipe up the mess, and reopen."
"How about you tell me what the fuck happened here?"
"Ehh, beats me. Prolly a cover-up but I can't say for sure. Arco's in there cleaning off the shelves and we have some guys driving over with fresh products. And get this, we figured out a real creative way to get those bodies out discreetly."
"That asshole... I thought I told you to keep me out of doin' shit with him."
"Yeah... I'm not really calling shots here... Rooting for you though."
"You're useless, Tyler..."
Mimi headed inside; the shutters on the door and windows blocked the interior from view. Meanwhile, a boy and a girl from the group set down a retro boombox and started blasting hip-hop. They leaned against the wall and bobbed their heads to the beat, harassing anyone who passed with strange comments that drew them away. Helena swallowed and approached.
"Um... Hi! I'm looking for my friend, Mimi?"
"Who?" Asked Tyler
"The fuck is that?" The other boy spat, "Show some skin, ace!"
Helena shivered, laughing nervously. "Um... Actually, I saw her go in there. I need to talk with her, it's very important, actually...!"
Tyler huffed some smoke and blew it in her face, "It's closed, we can't let anyone in, girlie. Sorry."
"But, she'll vouch for me! Just ask her!"
Two bodies lay drenched in their own blood, with splatters along the shelves and across products displaying cute girls with pretty colors on the packaging. Mimi stood at the end of the narrow aisle with her arms crossed.
"Check it," Said Arco from the other side, "All this for a couple hundred... Shop owner must've been out for blood, huh? Don't be a pussy this time—I'm not cleaning up your barf..."
"How do they expect us to get them outta here?"
"You're gonna love this..."
He took a pair of handheld circular saws and shoved one into her hands, "Chopping them up and stuffing them into garbage bags."
Mimi stared at the power tool.
"Get your clothes off and get on with it..." He added, "They don't like waiting."
The world around her felt absent. She disassociated and fell into the thoughts in her head.
Helena was being harassed outside.
"Cut that skirt down, ace!"
"Where's your fucking femininity? You want some of mine?" The female laughed.
Standing on her toes, she let her breasts drop in front of the girl’s face, who went red with embarrassment.
"No, no no! That's incredibly lewd...!"
"Haha! Hey, flash her," Said Tyler.
Then, both boys pulled the front of their pants forward and showed her their dicks, wiggling them around playfully and enjoying her torment.
"Wahh!! Stop it!" She cried, covering her face as they got closer.
She felt their flaccid shafts brush against her covered thighs, only for one to get under her sweater and graze the skin underneath. The girl pressed her chest against the other's, getting up to her face and mocking her, "Where's your tits, huh? They're so little~ Are you secretly a boy? C'mon, don't be such a prude, little faggot~"
One of the boys grabbed the waistband of her pants and tried to force them down.
"No!!" She shouted, catching them with a quick grip, but it only allowed them to rub their cocks on her hands.
"Get a load of this chick," Tyler chuckles.
"Fuck yeah... Let me get a load out on her..."
The girl in front of her bounced her tits on her, "Get some of that, you fucking degenerate," and reached to jerk the others off.
With their hands now freed, they did everything they could to get Helena to show some skin. She felt pressure in her groin when one started aggressively rubbing her through her sweatpants.
"Stop it! Stop it!!" She screamed.
But the music masked her cries. Even then, nobody would bother to help anyway...
"Fuck, you cute little brat..." The boy moaned.
"You better not cum, bro. That fat MILF at your place won't be happy if you don't have a fat load ready for her."
"Don't be calling my mom fat!"
"You better cum on this loser," said the girl, "If you don't I'm not touching either of your dicks again..."
Helena continued fighting for her dignity, but they were stronger. Her pants were pulled to her ankles after she lost her grip.
"Pfft! Are you serious?" Tyler laughed.
Their eyes fell to her panties where a popular chibi character's face was printed all over.
"Really...?" The girl asked.
"You're a fucking child," The other scoffed.
In the moment of silence between songs, Helena's stress peaked. With all her might, she shoved the girl away, then elbowed Tyler in the face, only to be grabbed by the other. She tried to back away, but tripped on her pants and fell into the street. The other's rushed her as she tried to get her pants up...
Mimi stuffed her clothes into a plastic bag and left them behind the counter, only to see that Arco was still in his black denim.
"Are you gonna get undressed or what?" She asked him.
"Who gives a fuck? You can't see blood on black."
Her palm met his face with a hard slap, "You see this, idiot?" She asked, pointing to the silver buttons on his jacket, "You don't think these ain't gettin' stained!?"
He rubbed his cheek and slowly turned his gaze to her, almost like he was impressed, "Uh, no. They won't. Rinse it off with water and they'll be fine."
"You fuckin' edgelord..."
They kneeled by the bodies. Arco's saw immediately rang out, and the sound made her flinch. Then he began cutting. Blood sprayed all over as he hacked away with the spinning blade. Mimi squeezed the trigger of her own and it spun to life. She brought it close to the flesh with a shaky hand, but hesitated.
"What? What are you waiting for??"
The others shoved Helena into a wall in the back alley. One of the boys got in her face, "Think you can fight? Fight then,"
Everything Helena knew from before faded from her memory. She could only cover her face as they jerked themselves off onto her underwear.
"Why...?" She sobbed, "Why are you doing this to me...?"
The girl laughed, "Do what, ace? This the first time anyone's tried to gift you their cum?" She mocked, "That's actually sad. What a loser."
Helena peeked through her fingers, catching a glimpse at all of them aggressively masturbating to her. She felt their eyes piercing through her, fantasizing about her in ways she could never imagine. All her energy was spent trying to keep her mind together.
Tyler let out a quiet moan, then shot his load down her thigh. The other boy followed shortly after, giving her his load on her stomach down to her panties. It was warm, thick, with a volume that made her quiver in disgust, but despite everything it felt as though their seed was hugging her intimately and protectively. Somehow she found comfort in the idea that they willingly gave her something so personal and loving; only to cope with the situation she found herself in.
"Fuck..." Tyler groaned, "That was so hot..."
"Hey, why you crying?" The boy asked, "You should feel honored. Be a good girl and thank us."
"You're a joke to your own gender..." Said the girl.
Helena's hands slowly lowered. She forced herself to face the others with her immense shame and their intimidating gazes. She sniffed, "T-Thank you..."
Tyler laughed and gave her a Pat on the back, "Now you're getting it."
The girl took some of the cum with her finger and licked it up, before doing it again and stuffing it into her own pussy. Helena gagged, only for their finger to be shoved in her face.
"Get used to it. Be a real girl and learn to accept a fucking gift."
Hesitantly parting her lips, she took their finger and sucked up the bitter sweetness of the seed and the girl's juices. But almost immediately, she gagged and spat it out.
"That's just pathetic..."
"We gotta get back to the front," Said Tyler.
The others agreed, and quickly left Helena alone in the dirty alleyway.
Mimi cut through limbs, soaking herself in blood as she helped Arco dismember the corpses. She tried her best to keep any thought out of her mind, singing along to the music blasting outside.
"I'll start grabbing bags," Said Arco, "Gather 'em up and cut them shorter."
She stared with a blood-soaked face.
He set down a box of garbage bags and left his bloody fingerprints on the cardboard.
"You idiot... Wipe off your damn hands..."
"You think I'm stupid? I'll get everything when we start cleaning up."
"What are you gonna do if you forget something?? Quit being careless and do the job right!"
"You think you can boss me around, bitch? You think you own me?"
Mimi stood, "Yeah I fuckin' own you so get on your knees and start scrubbing!"
Arco shoved her. She immediately retaliated with the swing of her spinning saw. It tore through his jacket and grazed his chest.
"Shit!!" He screamed, clutching his wound, "You cut my chest open you psycho bitch!!"
"Deserved, scum!"
Then Arco lunged at her, squeezing the trigger and bringing the blade toward her face. But her arm pushed his aside, and he was quickly brought down when his legs were swept from under him. Mimi disarmed him and tossed the power tools away. She pressed her foot into his neck.
"You wanna fuck with me!? I'll kill your ass and take each piece of you out with the others! How's that for 'cleanup'!?"
The boy choked and shut his eyes in defeat. After spitting in his face, she released him, then went back to the task at hand.
The group stepped into the shop, immediately witnessing Arco going in to tackle her.
"What the hell!?" Tyler shouted, "You guys!"
In their scuffle, they were quickly pulled apart.
"Chill, chill!" Tyler yelled, "Arco, step out! Take a minute!"
The boy stormed out the back, and soon after Mimi was released.
"What happened!?" He demanded.
"I'm sick of workin' with that asshole! I'm done!!"
Arco slammed the door behind him and hit his vape in frustration, "Psycho bitch..."
Soft cries nearby caught his attention; they were faint, desperate. He stepped into the gentle rainfall that had just begun, making his way down the alley until he saw her. Helena was hugging her legs in a corner. Her pants were torn and hanging from her waist, the skin of her hips exposed to the cold as she hid away from the rain. Arco approached and sat down beside her.
"What's up with you?" He asked.
She didn't answer, didn't even peek. He took another hit of his vape before tapping her with it, "You want a puff?"
"No thank you..."
He rolled his eyes, "What are you even doing out here?"
"I was waiting for my friend..."
"Who's your friend?"
"Mimi... I tried to see her. But..."
"Mimi? You're that bitch's friend?"
"Don't say that..."
Any semblance of sympathy in him was torn away in an instant.
"So she knows you?"
Helena nodded.
"And she likes you?"
"We're best friends..."
He chuckled, then escalated to laughter. Confused, Helena picked her head up only to witness the blood sticking to his body. She gasped.
"Oh shit, that's good. Just wonderful."
"W-What happened to you!? Did someone hurt you!?"
"Oh yeah. See this?"
He tore his jacket open through the slits left by Mimi's saw, exposing his chest and the fresh cuts running across it, "That, 'Mimi,' did this. She has a real problem thinking she can just boss everyone around the way she does..."
Her mind shot back like a white flash. Bits of Arco's appearance, the blood covering him, and the stress she had endured a moment ago accumulated in a flashback to the events at the welfare office. Her eyes grew wide, and in a reflexive reaction, she tried to shove him away.
"Get back!"
But he returned an aggressive shove that sent her slamming into a garbage bin.
"Shut up!"
"W-What did you do to Mimi!?"
"Nothing yet... But I think I have a good idea on how to teach her a lesson."
His jacket fell to the ground as he kneeled beside her. He brought his palm to her cheek and rubbed it, "You wanna be a good friend? Yeah? Help me teach her who she shouldn't fuck with..."
"W-What...?"
"I'll make an example out of you. What's your name?"
“...Helena..."
"Hm... Helena... I'm gonna go ahead and fuck you until you can't walk."
"Wait! What did you just say!?"
Her pants were yanked off, ripped in half by his strength. She struggled, tried to kick him off, but he overpowered her. Her sweater was forced up, then her camisole. The cold air hit her and amplified her shame exponentially.
"Where the fuck are your tits? You're so flat..."
"Stop it!! Oh God no...!! Not again!"
A metallic hint in the blood, the unclean musk of his sweat, and the stink of the garbage in the alley all accumulated in a grinding aroma that burned her nose. His cock sprang free, soon grinding on the girl’s cheek as he took her by the hair. The uncut member was nauseating; long, the tip glazed in a layer of precum hidden just under his foreskin, sticking to her face as she cried.
"Please... Please don't do that..."
"Do you know what I've been through today? If you did, you'd be begging to relieve me..."
"I... I don't care!"
She yelped with a slap to the face.
"You don't know what it's like! Ungrateful slut..."
Thrown to the ground, she hit her head on the concrete and went dizzy. Her panties were forced to her ankles; rain hit her face, cold and getting into her eyes. She could only look up into the clouds, focusing on the smell of the rain and the coolness of the rough pavement while her legs were forced open.
Arco held his cock; mouth watering at the sight of her smooth skin. Tip rubbing up and down her perfect slit, he held his foreskin back to let their juices mix in a beautifully intimate manner. That sensation was incredibly invasive—Helena felt every throb and twitch. Yet his warmth was comforting in the cold. She shivered, then drew her attention to him. His eyes were focused on the contact with an expression of pure desire made of not only the urge to breed, but to take out bottled-up anger in the form of revenge.
But he hesitated. With the tip ready and in position, something halted him. He thought about Mimi again—about whether or not she deserved this—If what she did justified this. He grit his teeth, listening to a dilemma that would inevitably lead to nothing when he plunged his cock into Helena's pussy.
The girl screamed in fear and agony, the boy groaned in pure bliss. Sensational heat came over his hips with the incredible tightness of her walls and the honor of being the first to penetrate her. Everyone he'd been inside of before had already felt the ravaging of countless other men. But she was untouched. Not only that, but she was free from the changes that came with New East medications. A raw, natural breeding tunnel that tightened in her resistance.
"Yeah... That's so good..."
Helena bawled, choked, and gagged when he began to pump in and out of her without mercy.
"S-Stop it!! Stop! Stop! It hurts!"
Then something happened that he had never seen before: blood from the hymen he had torn through in an instant. It was a beauty in itself, ruining the innocence and forcing her into an adulthood she never wanted to see. She clenched, squirmed, and screamed, only for his hand to cover her mouth and muffle her cries.
"This is what you get... For being friends with that ungrateful bitch... She should have never fucked with me."
"I'm sorry!! I'm sorry! I won't be her friend anymore!!" She begged through his palm, "Y-You're killing me!"
"Take it!" He shouted with a sadistic laugh, "You deserve this~"
The slapping of their skin amongst calm rain dissipated her cries. Instincts kicked in—she began to disassociate, and took the violent breeding with teary eyes that watched her violation in real time. Moving above her, the gray clouds caught her attention every once in a while. Raindrops no longer bothered her; they washed away her tears, cleansed her skin of the filth she felt. Then her legs began to move, slowly but steadily until they wrapped around her aggressor and brought him in deeper.
Arco groaned, "Ngh, fuck~"
Her cervix was slammed by his cock, forcing a guttural cry from her lungs. Time felt slow and meaningless—It was hopeless anyway.
"They'd hate me for this..." She thought aloud, "They would hate me..."
A smile crept upon her face with giggles that fought her cries. Her heart ached worse than her abdomen, but a strange comfort overcame her when her thoughts took over, like she had been freed from a cage that had been hindering her choices and controlling her life.
"How could anyone hate you?" The boy panted, "You're so fucking good... Mmh~"
She was repulsed by him in every way, but couldn't be bothered to fight back anymore.
"My parents— Ow! T-They would have killed me if they found out I lost my... M-My..."
Her tears accumulated again. Arco repositioned himself to pick up the pace. Only one thing mattered to him.
"Yeah... Yeah~ Gonna breed this womb... So good! Fuck!"
Helena felt it in her walls—the intense throbbing of his cock as he reached climax. Before she knew it, she was being filled with creamy shots of his seed. Warmth spreading through her, she could only let out a harsh groan of despair. Arco pumped, moaned in ecstasy while pushing his cum deeper into her womb and slamming into her cervix with one final rope coating it.
"God, make it stop!" She screamed.
Arco only laughed, pulling out to admire the leakage of his semen from her gaping hole.
"That'll teach her..." He chuckled, "Good job..."
"I'm gonna fucking kill myself!!"
He watched as she puked onto the ground beside her before collapsing in the tunneling of her vision. Arco re-dressed, then spat on her on the way back.
And she was left there sobbing, restless in a fit of absolute distress until she fell unconscious...
Mimi stuffed limbs into garbage bags, tied them up, and set them down in a plastic tub. With a bottle of cleaning product and some rags, she painstakingly scrubbed the drying blood off the tile, mouthing the words to the music outside. Arco stepped in, and they locked eyes for a moment. He had an almost sadistic grin, but her expression showed a hint of remorse when her gaze shifted to the cuts in his chest. It confused him for a moment before the others stepped in.
"These ready to go?" Asked Tyler, "We'll get these out to the warehouse and use some exfoliator to get them down to mush. You two just worry about making things nice and shiny, alright?"
Tyler and Jack brought the tub out, leaving the two alone again. Mimi looked to Arco, who returned the look.
"We oughta get to it then..."
After multiple hours of constant work—scrubbing, rinsing, drying, and restocking—they were left with an organized aisle free from any evidence of incident.
"It ain't getting any better than this," Said Mimi, "Wipe off your face and open up the shutters."
He wiped the blood off his face with paper towels before lifting the metal on the windows, letting light from the streetlamps pour in. Then, he joined Mimi behind the counter. They both got dressed, she threw on her bag, and they found themselves standing beside one another in protection from the rain. Mimi looked to Arco, "Guess we should get washed up..."
"Yeah, sure,” He nodded with a look of sinister satisfaction.
He stepped into the street and started toward the main road, but Mimi went after him.
"Hold on!"
"What?"
"N-Nothing... Just, hold on..."
"Seriously, what the fuck do you want?"
"...I'm sorry"
"You're sorry? For almost killing me?"
"I didn't even cut you that deep! You should be thanking me!"
"Yeah, thank you for trying to put me out of my misery."
"You want a break from your misery, yeah? Why don't I take you to a bathhouse?"
They went quiet. Arco's loathing faded, and his expression went blank. A blush formed on Mimi's face.
"It ain't like that... I just thought— I don't know. Maybe I owe you..."
He gave it some thought. The rain was soaking their clothes and washing the blood from their hands steadily.
Arco crossed his arms, "You want to take me to a bathhouse...? You plan on fucking while we're in there?"
"...I'll get back to you on that one..."
