Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

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Sayori's theory was met with a little 'hm' as Cora took it in, wondering about it herself. She didn't have too much time to think on it, however, as soon the other women was turning in her chair to show her back.

At first, Cora was a bit confused. It didn't look like a wound at all, but rather, as if the little lady had simply fallen asleep in the sun and gotten a very unique sunburn. And when she turned back in her chair and raised her hand, Cora leaned forward slightly to look with curiosity, though slight hesitation as well.

As Sayori went on to explain what the discoloration really was, her horror and empathy grew, her face twisting with pain upon hearing what had been done to Sayori. Why had she been whipped so harshly? Was it really just to send Damien a message? Or was it because she was simply an object to him, at that time? Not yet important enough to give much thought to, but not so useless as to simply throw away either. That had to be it, otherwise, why would he have bothered to use her for experimentation?

"Sayori..." her pained voiced spoke quietly. She wanted to get up and go to her, to wrap her up in hug, and she was considering doing just that as her body started to move up off of the chair. But, just as she was getting her feet ready to reach the floor, her eyes flicked up and caught Niles silhouette as he was walking by the window. It made her hesitate and sit back down, her eyes flicking back to the table between them. The little women had suffered enough-she didn't need the condensation of his sneer right now.

"I'm so sorry" she said quietly, trying to keep their conversation a bit more quiet and just between the two of them. For a moment after that, she didn't know what else to say. Taking another sip of her tea, she then sat it down with a little sigh.

"How did you come up with the name for your bar?" she finally asks, trying to steer the conversation towards something a bit more safe.

 

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She caught the way Cora was looking at her, the pain in her voice also apparent. Why did she feel slightly embarrassed and uncomfortable at Cora's sympathy? It almost felt like she didn't want too much attention drawn to her own feelings on the matter, having bottled them up inside to be addressed at a later date. To stop and acknowledge her own feelings would probably have her breaking down again and engaging in her newest pastime- crying.

Sayori withdrew her hand and tried to give Cora another shrug as though to say that it was what it was, picking up her cup again and taking another sip. "It's in the past," was all she said in response. Her eyes were caught by the movement in the window and she quickly looked away when she recognized that it was Niles passing by. The fact that he was staying outside was nice, the woman thinking to herself that his presence would only sour her tea.

"Oh? Notes of Citrus?" She looked up from her thoughts and gave Cora a little wistful smile. "Well, I wanted it to be a cute play on words in a way. Like how food and drink has "notes" of certain flavors while music also has notes. I thought that made it very fitting since it was a karaoke bar. Citrus just sounded really cute and bright to me, so I decided that I would use that for the food reference, especially since a lot of drinks have citrus in them."

"When people had birthdays or things like that, we would give them a complimentary round of drinks and sing them happy birthday. I play the violin, so usually I would use it a background instrument. My hands aren't big enough to be any good at the piano, so the violin was my instrument of choice. Do you play any instruments, or do you primarily like singing?" Sayori took another sip and gestured at Cora conversationally. Part of her understood that Cora wanted to talk about easy things right now rather than the dark things that followed them most of the time.

 

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She picked her tea back up and listened with interest to what Sayori had to say, smiling a bit at her explanation of why she had picked it.

"That's very clever, and I think you hit your mark. If things were normal, it sounds like the type of place that I would have liked to come to for a drink. Something fun and...light."

She sat her cup down and let her finger dip in, taking a moment to scoop up a bit of a rose petal that had slipped past the filter. It's color was a bit faded and brown, and it felt oddly satisfying to toy with it between her fingers.

"Do you play any instruments, or do you primarily like singing?"

She looked up again, her expression becoming just a bit lighter from the simple talk. It was a nice distraction, if even just for a little while.

"I love violins, but I was never that interested in playing them. I always just preferred to go watch the shows, when we were allowed to go out..."

Her eyes had roamed back down to her tea, her voice trailing off a bit before she clears her throat and looks back up.

"As far as instruments, no, not really. A very long time ago I tried to learn to play the piano, but it was hard and I eventually told my parents I wasn't interested, so they let me drop out. I kind of remember where some of the keys are, but I can't read the sheet music."

Outside the window, one of the dogs barked, and even though it wasn't very loud, it was enough to startle Cora into flinching slightly. Once she had identified what it was though, she let out a nervous little laugh. Of all the things to scare her, of course a dog barking would have done it.

 

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She smiled a bit more as Cora complimented her choice in name for her bar, liking that her new companion approved. How wonderful would that have been, having Cora and her brother stop by her bar for light-hearted chats and drinks, each of them perhaps taking turns on the mic.

Though her expression became more curious as Cora answered her own question. It seemed like Cora had insinuated that Kuznet occasionally let them out to play or engage in social activities. It surprised her that he would allow that even for the sake of appearing normal. While she hadn’t been outright told what had happened, she knew Kuznet had been in their lives for a long time based on the pictures, and that he had taken over as their legal guardian at one point from what Sabastian said when they first met. What had happened to their parents, she wasn’t sure. All she knew was that Kuznet had immediately dug his claws deeper into them.

Sayori didn’t flinch, but she too heard the dogs bark, her gaze drifting to the window as she absentmindedly brought the cup to her lips for another drink. Speaking of sun shining, it had felt very nice to be outside, as brief and stressful as it was. To breathe fresh air and feel the warm sun rays- it was more than she could have hoped for a few days ago.

Regarding the piano though, she nodded in understanding, “yes, any instrument takes time and a lot of patience to master which is difficult when the sun is shining and the trees are begging you to climb them. I had to compromise a bit and simply play the violin in the sunshine, merely watching as other kids climbed the trees for me. Though I think some of them thought I was a bit stuck-up or attention seeking by doing that, but I merely enjoyed not being cooped up all the time.” A little giggle left her for a moment before she added, “though I might have been a bit annoying at times. I would often insist on playing my violin for my parents to “play them to sleep.” God, I feel a bit sorry for them. They were probably pretending to sleep after a bit to get me to leave, but I was so proud of myself at the time. I practically strutted out of their room afterwards.” Her eyes crinkled with mirth as she recalled those memories, an amused smile on her face.

 

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Taking another sip of her tea, she let her mind drift a little as she listened to Sayori. The way she spoke of sitting out in the grass while learning to play reminded her of memories that she hadn't thought about in years. She had been a bit of a loner at school as well, though it had been of her own choosing.

Ray was slow to sink his claws in at first, but it didn't take Cora very long to figure out that giving the wrong kind of attention to the wrong kids-especially the boys, would incite his anger and twist his games to something more cruel. However, even though the other kids in their class eventually stopped coming around or trying to coax her from her little corners of solitude, Sarah had always been there. Maybe Cora looked like she needed saving, or maybe Sarah just thought saw it as a fun challenge, but whatever the case was, she was always there-bullying her way into her bubble and forcing a smile from her nervous face every single time. Even when Cora tried to hide, Sarah had always managed to find her and make her laugh.

"God, I feel a bit sorry for them...I practically strutted out of their room afterwards."

She smiled with a bit of mirth as well, trying to picture Sayori as a young girl, proudly strutting out of her parents room with a violin in her arms.

"It's funny what parents will put up with when they love you. I don't know how many times I watched my dad dump his coffee down the sink when Quint wasn't watching, only to turn back around and act like he was drinking it, and it was the best cup of coffee he had ever had."

She laughed a bit, remembering the face he would make when he took that first sip. His nose would scrunch up and his eyes would almost close, like he had just taken a bite of something really sour.

"I think Quinton was about eight when he got tired of having coffee grinds for breakfast, and finally broke down and got us a really good espresso machine and started showing him how to use it."

 

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"It's funny what parents will put up with when they love you. I don't know how many times I watched my dad dump his coffee down the sink when Quint wasn't watching, only to turn back around and act like he was drinking it, and it was the best cup of coffee he had ever had."

Cora's laughter further improved Sayori's mood, the woman now feeling a bit more relaxed, her shoulders sliding down a bit from their previously tense state. It almost felt like they were just two women having tea together on a lazy sunday afternoon, simply chatting about the past.

"I think Quinton was about eight when he got tired of having coffee grinds for breakfast, and finally broke down and got us a really good espresso machine and started showing him how to use it."

Sayori grinned slightly, picturing a small Quint offering up the coffee cup as though it were a goblet filled with the finest wine for his king. His coffee-making skills had to have improved quite a bit since the purchase of the espresso machine, so perhaps he truly could make a beverage fit to wake a sleeping princess from their slumber.

"I suppose I aught to be careful if he ever offers me anything to drink in that case. First I hear of his homemade apple cider, now I'm hearing of his grainy coffee. He was reading a book on beverage recipes at one point too when I visited him, so I'll have to keep my guard up." She took a sip, thinking about how she might tease him next time... if the atmosphere wasn't too heavy. Who knew if they would ever go back to the way they were, playing and joking as though they were already close friends.

 

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Cora snirked at the mention of applecider, a bit of tea almost going up her nose.

"Let me guess, he told you that he just 'found' a recipe for apple cider 'on the internet'?"

She finished her cup of tea and then smiled as she sat it down on the table.

"He won't admit it because he lost the bet, but Brandon put him up to that. They were supposed to each make hard cider, and whoevers was the best got to kick back and not have to drive on our next camping trip, or have to pay for gas. I'm sure you can guess who lost."

Shaking her head a bit, she let out a small laugh again as she looked down into her empty cup, pondering if she wanted to make another. Thinking better of it, as Ray likely didn't want her 'wasting' it, she just pushes the cup aside instead.

"He's actually gotten really good in the kitchen since then, but you should tease him about it. I think it's healthy to knock his ego down a couple notches every now and then."

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The two women chatted for a while longer, and when they became content to let a bit of silence settle between them, Cora cleaned up the cups and put the dishes away. Afterwords, she went to a little table in the living room and pulled out a drawer, which held a small variety of simple board games inside. Letting Sayori look over them, they eventually settled on a small deck of cards to pass the time. It was here at the table that Francisco found them as he came in the front door, setting two large cloth sacks down on the table.

"Ah, glad to see you two found something to do."

Cora didn't answer him right away, instead busying herself with cleaning up the cards and putting them away into their proper place. The expression on her face wasn't angry, but rather, a bit neutral, which made Francis's gaze linger on her for a moment before he looked over to Sayori and smiled.

"Ms. Sayori, I think you'll be pleased with today's lunch menu. We had someone new show up at the base today, and wouldn't you know it, they are an excellent cook!"

 

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Her eyes widened before an almost pixie-like grin came to her at the mention of Quint having been trying pass it off as just something he had decided to do. Now that she knew the truth, she truly would have to bring it up at some point. Not that she wanted to knock his ego down per se, she just wanted to see if she might get him a little flustered. She wasn't sure why the idea of his flustered face made her so excited to tease him, but she couldn't deny that it was something she would really look forward to.

...

When the door opened, her eyes slid to whoever it was, relaxing more as she saw that it was only Francisco. She gave him a smile, glancing at the cards before getting up. Cora was already cleaning up and she didn't want to simply haphazardly start grabbing cards in the interest of "helping." Sometimes it was simply better to let someone take ownership of something if it was a smaller task. Besides, it almost seemed like everything in the house had its own place, not to be deviated from. She had pushed in her chair earlier, but had also noticed Cora having pushed her own chair in a very particular way, glancing at Sayori's. Because of this, she had quickly pushed her chair a little bit to line it up in the same way, mirroring the way her companion had done it.

"Ms. Sayori, I think you'll be pleased with today's lunch menu. We had someone knew show up at the base today, and wouldn't you know it, they are an excellent cook!"

Her ears perked up metaphorically at the mention of her name, walking over to him and leaning on the counter as he spoke. Sayori's chin was resting on her hands, her elbows on the counter itself. "A good cook, you say? You mean they don't simply throw around flavor packets and hope it works? That is certainly an upgrade worthy of celebration. Though... whoever it was who made the flan last time is also a keeper." She smiled, her eyes going to the clothe bags curiously.

 

[Drobabes]

A bit of a smirk came to his face as she mentioned the flan, his hands reaching up to move some items around in the bag so that the smell of the food could waft out into the kitchen. It was a familiar smell-the smell of real teriyaki chicken and fresh stirfry-not the canned and bland vegetables that they had been receiving before.

"Oh she's definitely a keeper. Before you came to be our guest, she made some of the best chocolate cake I have ever had. Everyone loved it so much that we ran out rather quickly, and she had to make a whole 'nother batch of batter just to prevent a riot" he laughed, his eyes being drawn over to Cora once more as he caught the way her shoulders stiffened when he said 'guest'. Choosing to ignore it, he went over to the kitchen and took down three cups, then filled the tea kettle with cool water to carry outside with them. As he turned around, he met Cora's eyes as she came to stand in the kitchen, her arms crossing in a defensive matter.

"Something you need to get off your chest?" he asked, his face taking on a bit of an expectant look, like a father waiting for their child to admit that they broke something.

"I went to see Quinton" she said quietly, her eyes glancing up briefly.

"Hm" was all he answered with, moving over to the extra bag and depositing the cups and sitting the kettle next to it.

"Fran, I needed to see him."

Her tone was almost pleading, her eyes fogging up a bit as she came a bit closer. He didn't seem affected by the tone of her voice, as all he did was look down at her, letting the weight of silence settle between them. After a moment more, Cora couldn't seem to take it, and knowing that Francis liked to simply play pretend-to act as if nothing was wrong, and it was all just game, she finally caved and let her arms fall down to her sides.

Putting a hand on her hip, she forced herself to fake a smile, and in a conspiratorial tone of voice, she said quietly: "I got one up on Niles."

Immediately, as if a spell had been broken, Francis cracked a smile and let out a laugh before he leaned down towards her a bit.

"What did you do?" he asks, just as quietly.

Playing along, and hating that she had to just to secure them both some time outside, she answers with,

"I told him that if he didn't let me, I would sick Ray on him."

"And that worked?"

"Better than a charm."

Francisco stood back up, letting out another loud laugh as he shook his head and turned to the bags.

"Here, take one of these Cora. We'll set the blanket up on the back lawn. The dogs need to get used to you two so they learn to guard you."

After that, all three of them went out. Niles was nowhere to be seen, thankfully, as Francisco had seemingly taken over 'watch duty' for a bit. Cora knew it wouldn't be like this forever, as the officers couldn't waste all of their time playing babysitter. It was just until Ray broke them in and taught Sayori how regrettable it would be to try and run, even if the thought of the wild animals didn't scare her.

 

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That delicious aroma wafting from the bags made her mouth water, the woman being 100% positive that what was in those containers was real food made with a passion for cooking. After having things like bland chicken and powdered eggs, it was a real breath of fresh air. Even though she wasn't pregnant anymore she realized she really had been craving teriyaki chicken and stir fry- though she hadn't realized about the stir fry part.

She gave Francisco a smile and a little chuckle, finding his anecdote to be amusing. Though she knew that a "guest" was not quite what she was, she also knew that "prisoner" was much harsher on the ears. Every time Francisco tried to pretend that things were normal, she saw it as him extending his hand to her and offering her a moment of brief reprieve, a moment to pretend with him that there weren't monsters that walked in the daylight not needing to wait until the sun went down to pounce.

"I went to see Quinton"

"Hm"

"Fran, I needed to see him."

Sayori was surprised that Cora was bringing this up now, thinking to herself that she wasn't sure why she felt the need to tell Francisco about it. Surely it was the General she would need to tell in order to avoid his wrath, not the officer in front of them. Though at the same time, the way that Francisco responded made Sayori's eyebrows furrow slightly in worry. It almost seemed like the officer was putting on his poker face, not wanting to give Cora any indication of what he thought about it. It wasn't apparent whether he was disappointed or angry, or even annoyed, he was just... neutral.

When the silence descended, Sayori was on the verge of breaking it out of sheer anxiety when Cora spoke up. Again, she was surprised by Cora's quick switch in behavior. One moment she was staring Francisco down with misty eyes and the next she was smiling and joking. Was it an act simply to garner his favor, or did she just want to pretend the conversation was over with no consequences? All she knew was that she felt a bit bewildered as they headed outside, not quite able to enjoy the joke as much with them. It was like being in an episode of the Twilight Zone.

She accompanied them out, sitting down on the blanket and sighing for a moment. The sun felt so warm and nice on her skin that she couldn't help but bask in it as though she might forget what it felt like tomorrow. A wet nose interrupted her thoughts though as one of the dogs sniffed her leg before sniffing her dress. It seemed curious about the newcomer, trying to get a feel for Sayori's smell.

It wasn't apparent whether she was allowed to pet them or not, so she simply scooped up her own container of food and started eating, taking a bite of that succulent chicken. Her face brightened a bit and she swallowed. "It's delicious. Thank you for the meal, Officer. What are the dogs' names, by the way?"

 

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"Always happy to please Ms.Sayori" he said, using the kettle to pour them each a cup of water as he adjusted himself on the ground a bit. The grass was lush and soft, but he had still brought a pillow out for himself, finding that his back would be giving him a very hard time later if he didn't.

"They don't have names. We usually use whistles and verbal commands with them, but" he said, looking down and giving her a warm smile.

"You are more than welcome to call them whatever you want."

Cora found one of the dogs coming over to her as well, and seeing as she hadn't been told not to, she tentatively reaches out to stroke the soft fur of it's head. Well, at least she thought it would be soft. It turned out to be a bit rough and course, likely from the animal living it's life outside without knowing the comforts of a warm house. Still, even if it's fur was a bit rough, it was still very comforting to pet the gentle animal.

"Eat Cora."

She looked over at him, giving him a small frown of annoyance before she reluctantly reached out to pick up her own container of food. After a few bites, she took a sip of water and then continued on, hellbent on just getting the meal down so that she could enjoy the sun and the grass below her feet.

 

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Sayori regarded Francisco thoughtfully and only glanced at Cora when he told her to eat. While she didn't like Francisco being so stern with Cora, she supposed they had their own history and dynamic. Besides, it didn't seem as though Cora was particularly hell-bent on being disobedient.

Taking a cue from Cora, she decided to pet the one near her, its tail starting to wag as she scratched it behind its ear. "Hm... Well then I will call this one Rick." Her gaze moved to the other dog as a little but mischievous smile came to her lips. "And I will call that one Astley." Part of the joke was that she knew the dogs would never give them up or let them down, turn around or desert them. The joke was a bit dark considering that the reason the dogs wouldn't do those things was that they were there to prevent them from being mauled. Still, just the thought of applying those lyrics to the dogs made her eyes twinkle just slightly, going back to her meal as she deigned to simply let the names sink in.

She continued to eat her food in the sun, her eyes briefly glancing at the cliff edge. So that was where it simply dropped off? Part of her wanted to see how high it was out of morbid curiosity, while another part of her really didn't want to know. Falling off a cliff sounded like a very painful way to die, possibly worse than even being killed by a wild animal.

 

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Cora smiled a little at the names that Sayori had given to the dogs, her lips twisting slightly as she chewed. When the little women looked over towards the cliff, Francisco got just the touch of a frown on his face as he reached down for his own food.

"Sayori," he said, his tone not as light as it usually was. He waited until he had her full attention before he continued.

"Do not go over there. If you fall off of that cliff and you don't die, you'll wish you had. Understand?"

While Francisco wasn't directly threatening her, he understood that his words may come across that way, and he was more than fine with that. He really didn't want the little women venturing over there, mostly for fear that she might do it to try and harm herself.

After he had said his peace, he shifted back to being his happy self, enjoying the fine meal and the slight crunch of the vegetables. He let the three of them linger out in the sun long after they had finished their meal, and at one point Cora even got up to throw a stick for the dogs.

Eventually, he had to get back to work, so once they had cleaned up, he led them back to the house and their room, locking the door behind them. While they wouldn't be left completely alone-as someone would be close by enough to arrive within a moments notice, they did not have enough privileges to roam the house by themselves without anyone directly on the property.

Seeing as there was nothing else to do but wait, and because being locked back in that room put the heavy burden of depression on her shoulders again, Cora pulled up a small seat and sat it by the window. Once there, she simply sat down and watched the last few hours of sunlight slowly descend down over the mountains. It was just when the last dreads of light could be seen escaping behind the shadows of the hills, that she saw the headlights of a vehicle pull up.

"He's here" she said, her voice betraying her nervous feelings despite how still she was able to sit.

 

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"Sayori,"

It didn't take much for him to bring her attention to him, the woman chewing as she nervously listened to what he had to say. He had said her name with a lower tone than normal, one that told her that he wasn't joking around and that she would do well to heed what he said next.

His little threat made her chewing slow, the woman swallowing hard as she nodded. She assumed that it wasn't out of concern for her per se that he was warning her. The General might be a bit annoyed if she were to fling herself off the cliff and die, his fun being spoiled from her taking her life into her own hands. That being said, she liked to think that maybe Francisco wouldn't enjoy seeing her as a bloody mess with broken bones galore. She knew she didn't want to think of what kind of punishment the General would cook up for her, though she wasn't unfamiliar with being pushed to the point of wanting to die.

She too finished her meal and enjoyed the sun to the fullest, the small woman watching Cora play with the dogs as she basked. Unfortunately it was all over too soon, the women soon being shepherded back into their room. Well, it was really Cora's room, but she supposed they could have joint custody for as long as General Kuznet kept her around.

The hours went by slowly, Cora not seemingly in the mood to talk much. Sayori could see that she was understandably nervous, but she personally was hoping beyond hope that General Kuznet would not have time to visit today. It was not to be though, the woman hearing Cora's short utterance and feeling a shiver go down her own spine. So he was back to play was he? Or maybe it was just one of the other officers. She prayed that Cora was wrong, praying that it was even Niles in that car.

 

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Cora simply sat and watched as the vehicle came to a stop, and then Kuznet exited, carrying his small black briefcase in hand. Though she never knew exactly what was going to be in that briefcase, she knew it was never good. Even on the 'good days' when he was feeling generous and brought her activities, it always came with a price.

About five minutes later his footsteps could be heard on the stairs, and then the sound of the locks turning could be heard. Cora stood just a moment before the door opened, quickly straightening her dress out to look presentable. Her hands were shaking despite her best efforts to calm herself, as she got ready to greet him.

He strode in slowly, as per usual, only briefly glancing at the two of them before turning to sit the briefcase down on the dresser. Cora waited until he had sat it down and turned around once more to approach him, knowing what he was expecting and not wanting to insight his anger like she had the day prior. It was 'play time' now, and though they had no choice in what happened to them, Cora could at least lessen the severity of his cruelty.

She stopped midway across the room, her hazel eyes traveling up his massive form to meet his icy blue as she waited for him to close the distance between them. And when he reached down to slowly caress her body, starting at her hip and then working his way over her slim belly before slowly trailing up to cup her breast through the soft cotton of the dress, she did little more than wring her hands together, her eyes never leaving his.

"Hello my little Cora. We're you a good girl while I was away?"

This was it. He was only asking her such a question because he already knew that she wasn't; that she had done something that she was told not to do. To try and lie to him right now would likely only end with him dragging either herself, or Sayori, down into the basement.

"No sir" she said softly, her voice shaking slightly as his fingers trailed up from her breast and to her collarbone, and then towards the back of her neck.

"No?" he asked softly, his lips taking on a slight smirk as his hand guided her to come closer, weaving up into her hairline. He didn't grip her painfully, however. At least, not yet.

Obliging, she took two small steps forward and then put her shaking hands on his chest, knowing that he liked it when she voluntarily touched him in such ways. She has to take a moment to swallow before she can answer him, her eyes briefly glancing away before looking back up to his own.

"I went directly against Francis's orders and I...I went down to see Quinton..."

His hand began to massage her scalp gently, his fingers reaching almost every inch of her head so easily that it scared her. When he brought his other hand up, she flinched slightly, only to let out a small breath of relief when he merely began to stroke her cheek with his thumb, letting out a little "hmm" in response to what she had said. She knew that he was being deceivingly gentle, but she took it as a cue that he was going to allow her continue to speak.

"Ray..." she started softly, moving one of her hands from his chest to lay it over the one that he now had on her cheek.

"Why didn't you tell me? I thought he was gone."

Tears started to pour down her cheek as she began to let go of the reigns a little bit. She couldn't completely let her guard down, but if he was going to outright punish her for what she had done, he would have said or done something by now.

"I thought...Ray, I thought he was dead..."

"Did you enjoy seeing him, Cora?" he asks, his voice as soft and sweet as honey.

"Did it fill you with hope, to see him alive?"

She sniffed and then gave him a little nod, not quite catching on just yet to where he was going with this. With his eyes still on hers, he bent down slowly and let her scalp go so that he could brush her hair over her shoulder and to the side, giving him access to her soft neck. Once there, he put his lips against her warm flesh, feeling the way that her pulse was racing just beneath the surface.

"I want you to remember," he says, not bothering to whisper.

"How easily you can lose everything you hold dear, little Cora."

He kissed her softly as his hand moved down her back and stopped just above her ass, and then her pulled her forward until she was pressed against his hard chest.

"I can be kind. I can give you the very world, if you ask it of me my little flower. But you must never forget that you are mine, and whatever I choose to give you, I can also take away. Do you understand?"

Her shoulders shook with quiet sobs as she tried not to squirm away from his grasp and cruel words. Of course she understood. How could she have ever forgotten?

"I understand Ray-Ray" she cried, using her old nickname as a means of begging for his forgiveness as she leaned her head forward and let it rest against his shoulder. Her hands then moved around his torso to hug him, because to try and hug herself would be seen as a defiance; as a way to seek comfort from herself instead of him. It was a tactic that he had used to groom her as she grew, though now she recognized it for what it was. Now, though she chose to do it to please him, it was no longer an unconscious gesture. It was something that she was completely aware of, and, being aware of it gave her a certain amount of power.

"Good girl. Now go sit on the bed."

She nodded against him, and then waited until his hands released her before she turned away and wiped the tears from her face and made her way to the bed. Once there, she sat herself down, careful not to mess her dress up.

 

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Sayori had known that the whole affair of being Cora's pet and Kuznet's prisoner wouldn't be pleasant, but this was more difficult to stomach than she had anticipated. She was a silent spectator, simply sitting and watching from where she was perched at the end of the bed.

The way Cora was forced to talk to him, to basically grovel- it sickened her. Watching was disturbing, the dainty woman wondering how Cora had put up with this for such a long time. Each gentle touch and caress of his was both disgusting and frightening, the man like a ticking time bomb that could destroy them all with one false move. She averted her eyes, not wanting to watch any longer after she put her hands on his chest.

Something Sayori noticed was that when Cora had mentioned going to see Quinton, each time she hadn't even mentioned Sayori. All that was said was "I went to see Quint" as though Sayori wasn't involved at all. It was true that it was Cora's idea and that in a sense she had essentially been the ringleader, but Sayori had still agreed to go along with her. She couldn't help but feel some gratitude towards Cora for trying to protect her, though she wished she didn't have to.

She absolutely could not conceive the idea of calling the General "Ray-Ray," Her expression for just a moment conveying the utter bewilderment she felt upon hearing it. That was a level of familiarity in which she absolutely couldn't fathom. Currently, as far as she was concerned, his name was "General," as anything more than that seemed wrong. It was almost as though she subconsciously thought she could protect herself by addressing him with a respectful title, or perhaps somewhere deep down it was a small way with which she could keep him at arm's length.

When Cora sat on the bed near Sayori, she simply watched her do so before looking down again, her hands fidgeting in her lap anxiously as she waited for what was going to happen next. To speak right now would be a bad idea; although to speak any time she hadn't been invited to do so was probably a bad idea, come to think of it. Those large brown eyes of hers soon looked up and peered at the briefcase, wondering what could be inside.

 

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Once they were both seated, Kuznet turned away from them once more and strode over to the dresser. Once there, he reached down and pulled open two twin doors near the top of the dresser, which swung open towards the girls to reveal a small T.V inside, with a built in V.C.R.

Almost instantly, Cora stiffened up. Her quiet sniffles died off as she held her breath, watching with a little panic as he then reached up and opened the briefcase to take out a tape. Whatever was on that tape was nothing good, though it was a roll of the dice as to what he wanted to show them. Was it a video of him torturing someone? Vin, maybe? Or was it simply something else equally as foul and cruel.

Turning the T.V. on, he popped the tape inside and then hit 'STOP', making the tape pause on a blue screen while he picked up the little remote, and then came to the bed. His expression was neutral, though he also seemed a bit pleased to be keeping them both in suspense as he directed them to stand. Once they were standing, he sat down on the large bed, spread his legs, and then gently guided them each to come take a seat on his massive thighs.

"Now that we have a bit of time," he says, pulling them both by their waists until they are forced to lean against his massive chest. The hand that is holding the remote goes to wrap around Cora, and his free hand comes around to hold Sayori snugly against him. His fingers linger over her now taut tummy for just a moment before they suddenly grip her hip with a firm, but not yet painful, pressure.

"I wanted to show you how delightful your knew pet is."

With that said, he hit play on the remote, and then sat it by the side of the bed. The scene that began to unfold, complete with audio quality so good that Cora could hear even their small breaths, made her stomach roll with nervous disgust.

This was too soon. She had not even been with him for more than a few days, and already he was torturing her with the use of her twin. A little, 'home video' as it were; and even though it was not herself in the picture, she felt no less revolted and wrong for what she was being forced to watch.

Suddenly there was a grip in her hair, wrapping it from the bottom where it was the most painful, and a hard yank that made her gasp and cry.

"Do not close your eyes Cora."

"I-I'm sorry!"

He let her go, though she still found it difficult to pay attention and before long, she starts to feel the familiar tug on her psyche of simply wanting to check out.

 

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Cora wasn't the only one who stiffened at the sight of the TV, Sayori also looking with apprehension. The last time she had been shown a recording it had been her birthday tape, shown for the express purpose of humiliating her and torturing Quint. She hoped to God that this wasn't the same tape, not wanting to have to relive it for the second time.

Obediently, she did indeed stand up and sit as directed, her skirt fortunately keeping her pussy from being in direct contact with his thigh. The arm that snaked around her waist was not welcome, but there was nothing she could do about it, the woman's back straight as a board as her stomach tensed under his hand. When it moved to her hip and gripped her, she took that to mean that he was expecting complete obedience as he had asked of herself and Quint previously. To look away would probably not be tolerated, and she likely would be punished if she tried to beg him not to play it.

With a deep breath she braced herself, swallowing hard and waiting for the expected tape.

"I wanted to show you how delightful your knew pet is."

What she got though, was far different than expected. While her wish for the same tape not to play was granted, it was as though it was the devil himself who granted it, twisting her wish and giving her an entirely worse tape altogether. The smallest little, "how..." came out of her mouth, the woman not even conscious of it as she stared in horror at the screen, her face pale. It was her and Quint, the two of them having sex after she had given birth. He had started the tape as Sayori was grinding on him, right before he wrapped his arms around her and came in his jeans.

How in the hell had he recorded them?! When did he do that?! Granted she hadn't been paying that much attention to him, but it seemed unlikely that he would just have a camera ready to go at a moment's notice. That was all irrelevant now though, as she and Cora were now going to watch it whether they wanted to or not. She numbly leaned back against Kuznet, her eyes wide as the tape played in excruciating detail. It was had such good audio that she could hear the wet sounds of her own pussy.

Try as she might, she couldn't look away from the tape. Whether it was disbelief or fear that kept her there, she didn't know. All she knew was that Cora, Quint's sister, was watching as she fucked her brother... enthusiastically. In the tape, they moaned each other's names lustfully, kissing and touching as though their horniness knew no bounds.

"I want to taste you Sayori... You smell so sweet. Please let me..."

It was unfortunate that the camera also had a good view of the bed, the view soon being her writhing as Quint licked so deeply inside her. Despite her own horror at the situation, her body remembered and her core warmed the slightest bit, her pussy getting a little bit wet from watching Quint touch and lick her, his erotic huffs and whines heard through the screen by them all. Soon they were at the scene where she was sucking him off, the camera catching the perfect view of her sweet, creampied pussy, his cum oozing out of her as she diligently lapped at his rod.

Her head shook for a moment as though denying that this was happening, despite her eyes still being fixed upon the screen, transfixed by it. She felt humiliated, disgusting, embarrassed, and most of all shameful. Quint hadn't had a choice in all this, the tape basically displaying her taking advantage of him.

 

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As the tape played, Kuznet watched his two toys. His cock grew slowly but steadily, their obvious discomfort only adding to the erotic atmosphere grown of the lustful sounds that were playing out in the room before them. His hand had let go of Cora's hair some time ago, and while he watched her to make sure that she never looked away, he saw the moment in which she began to drift away. The slight slump in her shoulders, the way in which her face became emotionless and her breathing evened out into something consistent and even, but shallow.

He knew what she was doing-likely seeing the two on the screen not as her brother and Sayori, but simply characters in a scene. The way in which her eyes would flick down at times, carefully avoiding staring directly at their faces, only added confirmation to his theory, and with a little smirk, he began to move his hand on her body, wanting to bring her back from the brink a bit. The video would be over soon enough, and he wanted her wet and ready to take his cock, as he did not have the patience to work her little pussy.

His hand snaked around from her back and over her waist, easily pulling the fabric of her dress up until she was exposed. Without missing a beat, his fingers went straight for her core, sliding against her heat with calloused and rough skin that made her jump and mewl. Tears began to slide down her face, and her little hands went to grip onto his arm as he began to stuff her cunt with those huge fingers, stirring her up in much the same way that he had done to Sayori before.

Speaking of the little bird, he soon turned his attention to Sayori. With that same grin on his face, his hand slid up her delicate little body and turned her attention away from the TV, tilting her jaw up so that he could claim her mouth with hunger. His tongue bullied it's way past her delicate little lips, and once inside, began to force her own into compliance as his hand moved back down to her chest, taking a handful of her pillow soft breast and squeezing until he could feel her little nipple harden within his grasp.

 

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She heard the little mewl from Cora and could feel Kuznet's movements, even sometimes seeing things out of her peripherals. That being said, she didn't dare look away from the screen for fear of what might happen. It didn't matter- they all knew what was happening and what was about to happen. Based on the sound of moving fabric and the rhythm with which he moved, it was obvious that he was letting his large fingers dive into her roommate's waters, exploring and dominating as they went.

At first, the movement of his hand on her back had seemed as but a gentle caress, though soon she would find it to be more. Only when he physically moved her jaw toward himself did she look away from the screen, her large, glistening brown eyes full of fear and shock. In some ways she might have been grateful that he allowed her this respite from the tape, but she would honestly rather keep watching than feel his lips pressed against her, his tongue barging in soon after.

Once again, her tongue tried to escape from him, but there was really no room for such a thing. She had a small mouth and he had a large tongue so there was no way she was going to win that fight. When she had been drugged, his kiss had felt deep and satisfying whereas now it was simply revolting. All she could do was squeeze her eyes shut and try not to focus on the feeling of his slick tongue sliding against her own, nor how hot his breath was in her mouth. Though he didn't pant, there was still a hunger to his movements, a need to consume both of the captive ladies on his lap.

A moment later, she could feel his large hand move down her body to capture her breast. The poor thing also wasn't able to resist his touches, her little nipple perking up at the attention despite where the attention was coming from. One of her hands came up to his chest to stabilize herself, the other going to his leg. It was the only semblance of control she had, even though she couldn't push or pull herself away from the larger man. All the while, she could hear herself and Quint moaning in the background.

 

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He let her mouth go in favour of watching her face as he tweaked and toyed with her nipple, being none too gentle with it. And as he continued to toy with her breast, his other hand went deeper and deeper, absolutely stuffing Cora's pussy until his knuckles would go no further. She whimpered and writhed, fighting between trying to obey his orders and keep her eyes on the screen, and trying not to reach down between her legs to tug on his hand, at one point even letting out a small "ow!" as he seemed shove his fingers in her especially hard.

"She gets so wet watching her brother" he said, looking down into Sayori's glossy eyes as he finally freed her nipple and let his hand roam down her body as well, gripping onto the fabric of her skirt and pulling it up. Once her own soft flesh was exposed, Kuznet helped himself to her delicate folds, a single digit working itself up into her core with speed.

On the other side of him, Cora finally couldn't take it. Knowing that he would become angry if she merely closed her eyes, but having nowhere else to turn, she twisted her body so that she was facing him, and then she buried her face into his shirt. It wasn't true, those cruel things he was saying, and it never would be. She had absolutely no sexual attraction towards her brother, and only during one moment of weakness had Kuznet ever been able to coax her into an orgasm whilst having them 'toy' with each other. But it had only been once, and while she had never forgiven herself for it, even then, it had nothing to do with attraction.

"What do you think, Sayori?" he mused, listening to the sounds of her moans over the speakers while watching her pretty little face.

"Should we make her cum to the sound of her brother's pleasure? Or yours?"

 

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What the General got from her (and likely what he had been expecting) were expressions of discomfort and shame, her cheeks flushed a bit from the fact that even though this whole situation was going to be one of her most horrible memories, her nipple was now pert and her pussy was a bit slick. The sound of Cora struggling made her stomach flip, hating that there was nothing she could to to help the woman, let alone herself.

"She gets so wet watching her brother"

While Sayori highly doubted that she there was anyone else getting wet over the sight and sound of Quint, her expression was still one of shock from what he had said. It shocked her to hear such a disgustingly lewd thing from him, though perhaps she shouldn't have been surprised. She didn't really have time to manage her reactions though as his icy blue eyes demanded her attention, making her heart beat quickly in fear and her body cower slightly.

When he decided that he wanted to feel Sayori's inner heat as well, his finger was able to slide pretty easily inside her, eliciting a little whimper from her pouty lips. The woman's tight passage still clung to his finger like a vice, but there was certainly enough lubrication for him to move freely. She hated that he could feel that she was already a little aroused, knowing herself that it was just due to visual stimuli.

"What do you think, Sayori? Should we make her cum to the sound of her brother's pleasure? Or yours?"

Her eyes looked at him as though she couldn't believe that she had to make that choice, the stress of such a thing apparent. It disgusted her to have to chose, and she had no idea what he wanted her to say. Regardless, he expected an answer, the silence as he waited filled with her own recorded moans, her image in the tape impaling her ass upon Quint's cock. Cora might not like her for it, but maybe if she gave Kuznet an answer he liked, he might be less cruel that night.

"Quint..." she said softly. "She can... I mean unless we watch the tape often, it is an uncommon opportunity." God she really hated herself in that moment. It was almost as though he had his hand over her own, guiding her to plunge a knife right into Cora. She tried to blink away the tears, but they quickly spilled over, running down her cheeks as proof of her emotional pain in that moment.

 

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Cora heard her answer, as soft as it was, though she didn't begrudge her for it. There was never a 'right' answer to Kuznet's questions, only what would please him, and for that reason, she thought that Sayori was smart to answer how she did because he was going to force her to cum, no matter what.

"Really?" he says, his finger in her tight cunt beginning to work her core with a little more enthusiasm, pushing against her little button with a bit less force than he was giving Cora, though her time was coming. Neither of his pets were going to get out of taking his cock before he was done with them.

"I think you are right little bird. Her pussy is growing quite wet."

It was true. Despite her best efforts to check out, she could feel the way his rough treatment was driving her closer and closer to the edge, and with just a few more strokes from his thick fingers, Cora soon found herself grabbing onto his shirt as her whole body clenches up and a little moan leaves her lips. With a satisfied smirk, he suddenly works his hand up into a frenzy inside of her, forcing her moan to become louder, denying her the ability to keep her orgasm quiet. And when it was done, and she had slumped against him, she began to sob.

"Mm" he said, his hand suddenly squeezing Sayori's own cunt with intensity before he releases her.

"Stand up Cora, and get on the bed. Lie on your back. Sayori, lay down beside her."

 

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"Really?...I think you are right little bird. Her pussy is growing quite wet."

While she was relieved to know that she had chosen an answer that pleased him, she still didn't like the outcome. All of this was a nightmare, getting fingered while her own sex tape played in the background... It occurred to her that he had probably tortured Quint with the tape also, forcing him to relive the day that he was coerced into giving himself up to her. It made her heart twist with sadness, wishing that she could rip the tape out of the VCR and burn it.

His finger was easily gliding in and out of her, the lady's little button singing every time he would rub against it. Though even in pleasure she hated the feeling, for it was not her own pleasure, but pleasure forced upon her by the overbearing man. She knew she would cum for him eventually, but in the meantime she tried to take deep breaths to stave it off for as long as possible.

"Sayori, again! You're going to make me cum agai-fuuuck!.."

She wasn't sure how Kuznet had managed to time things so well, but just as he intended, Sayori heard Quint proclaiming his orgasm on tape just as Cora herself moaned in defeat, the moan escalating until he deemed it acceptable. Only then did it seem like he was satisfied enough to release them both (though his squeeze made her whimper).

When he asked them to get up and lay on the bed, she did what she was told, slipping off her shoes and laying next to Cora, waiting to see what the sick man would do next. He was probably going to take turns fucking them if she had to guess, though hopefully he would only have enough time or stamina to give them each only one load. In some ways she was glad she still had her dress on, feeling like at least it shielded her body just a little bit.

 

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Cora couldn't bring herself to look at Sayori as she laid down beside her, but she was also too scared to simply close her eyes. Instead, she found herself watching every movement that Kuznet made and wishing that she could simply sink back into the soft blankets and escape into some other place. Damn near anywhere would have been preferably to here and now, watching his hands as they roamed up from her ankles and under her dress, coming to rest on her hip where the bruise he had left was still fresh and sore. She didn't dare to stop him as he pulled the cloth up, exposing her freshly shaved and wet pussy to the open air, but her eyes kept flicking down to his hands nervously before returning to his cold eyes.

Moving his hands down, he pushed her knees apart, parting her legs to leave her completely open and vulnerable. And once Cora was laid prone, he moved his sights to Sayori, giving her the same treatment as his little Cora and hiking her skirt up around her waist to reveal that vice tight treasure.

"Hm" he hummed, bringing a calloused hand to each of their bellies and massaging their silky skin as he seemingly mused about what he wanted to do to them. Finally, after a moment more of enjoying their soft flesh, he moves a hand down to each of their delicate petals. Once there, he inserts his index finger into their wet canals and begins to fuck them with nothing more than those thick digits, his thumbs coming up to toy with their sensitive little buttons.