Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

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Sayori’s eyes had darted back and forth, watching him touch Cora before looking away, only to be drawn back by more movement. It almost seemed like he had decided to fuck Cora first before she felt that deceivingly gentle touch on her own ankles. She shivered when that rough but light touch of his got to her thighs, the man then pushing up her dress.

It was the type of dress though that the skirt was stiff and puffy enough to come back down if nothing was done. She imagined that the General might get annoyed if he had to push her skirt up multiple times, so she reached down with shaky hands and grabbed the edge of her skirt, tucking her arms up against her body and holding it. Of course she didn’t want to be holding up her skirt to better expose herself to him, but it was better to keep him in a good mood than to irritate him, even if the dress’s composition wasn’t her fault.

Then she waited, her apprehensive eyes trying to anticipate what he would do as he rubbed their stomachs. It wasn’t beyond the realm of possibilities, but she hadn’t expected foe him to finger them both at the same time, a conductor orchestrating his own personal symphony of little whines and pants, the harmony of their wet pussies complimenting their vocal melodies.

Her cheeks were pink, feeling a bit embarrassed for the noises she was making. She hadn’t typically been embarrassed when Kuznet would have his way with her, most of her emotions drowned out by fear and self-loathing. Now though, she felt it from being made to do so next to Cora, wishing that she couldn’t hear the way his thick finger made her body feel. They were both in the same boat, but it didn’t change her feelings.

She had already been teased by his hand before, so it didn’t take too long before her face screwed up, trying to prevent herself from cumming but ultImately being unsuccessful. Her hands squeezed the fabric as her hips squirmed and her thighs came in to squeeze his hand gently. “Mm!” Was the reluctant whine that left her mouth as his hand was coated in her fluids.

 

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Her noises of pleasure and the way in which her tight channel gripped onto his finger with such strength had him smirking down at her with a satisfied look. Once her body finally released it's grip on his hand, he brought it up to his lips and sucked his finger into his mouth, cleaning her juices from his finger.

"Hm," he said once he was done, returning his hand right back to her now drenched pussy.

"Your brother is right, Cora. She is quite sweet."

His icy eyes went over to her, noting the slight humiliation that she tried hide behind those hazel eyes as she simply writhed beneath him. Her hands were clenching small bundles of her dress and blanket, her knuckles white from how hard she was squeezing. He couldn't wait to hear her reluctant moans of pleasure as he drove himself into her tight pussy, but until then...

Withdrawing his hand from Sayori, he reaches down and grips her by her ankle. With a hard yank, he pulls the little women down until her legs are hanging off the of the bed and her ass is almost at the edge. Looking down into her glossy doe eyes, he lets the smile fade from his face.

"Take your clothes off Sayori."

"Wait, Ray please. You'll hurt her-"

Cora had started to sit up, the sudden intensity in Kuznet's movement and gaze making her snap back a bit and pay attention. It was obvious what he wanted to do, but she feared that Sayori was too small to take him, that he might physically break her if he tried or became too rough. However, just as quickly as she started to protest, she felt a terrible pressure and pinch on her clit that made her cry out and instinctively reach down to his hand, trying to make him release her. He wouldn't however, and the more she writhed and cried, the harder he seemed to pinch her, until very quickly her cries began to work up to a scream.

 

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"Your brother is right, Cora. She is quite sweet."

Though she had watched him lick her juices from his fingers, a look of shame came to her face and she quickly looked away from him upon hearing what he had to say. Since she wasn't looking, the yank on her ankle was unexpected and she let out a little yelp as she slid down the bed, his arm pulling her with ease.

The way his smile faded had her paling a bit more, wondering if he was done with the more light-hearted play if that was what it could be called. She knew he meant business now and that in a way he was telling her that he didn't want to wait any longer for his own lust to be accommodated.

"Take your clothes off Sayori."

"Wait, Ray please. You'll hurt her-"

Sayori had nodded and started to gather her dress when she heard Cora protest. Her eyes widened and she flinched as she cried out, the sound only making her moves more rapid as she sought to accomplish the order he had given her. She wished she could tell Cora that at the very least it was physically possible for him to fuck her if he was careful enough. The dress was deposited on the bed to her side once it was off. She figured he wanted to keep the stockings on, so she left them that way.

Once she was now mostly naked before him, she knew she had to do something to keep him from hurting Cora any further. If she were to protest or beg him to stop, she knew that it would be about as effective as trying to breathe underwater. That being said, perhaps if she was a bit proactive he might feel a bit more amenable to letting Cora's indiscretion go.

Sitting up a bit, she reached out and pressed her hand against the bulge in his pants, sliding it tantalizingly up until she reached his belt. When he inevitably looked to see what she was doing, she made submissive eye contact and undid his belt, unzipping his pants and reaching inside his boxers to gently bring out his cock. It was then held almost lovingly by her dainty hands, the thing only looking bigger by contrast. Leaning forward, she licked from the half-point of his length to the very tip before swirling her tongue around his head.

With that, she laid back down on the bed and spread her legs, reaching down to her thighs and rubbing them sensually with a hint of shyness. "Do you want me to take off my stockings..." One of her hands slid up to her pussy, spreading her lips for him in a lewd display. Those brown eyes of hers looked up at him through her eyelashes and she continued, "or is this acceptable? My pussy is...is yours, General..." Though she was trying to be somewhat seductive, each move she made was laced with fear. She knew she was taking a big gamble in acting without instruction, and that he could just as easily drag her out of the room by her ankle if he didn't like what she had done. That being said, perhaps he might appreciate the gesture.

She hated acknowledging the ownership he felt over them, especially since the embers of hatred were always alight deep within her, but she was doing this for Cora. As she waited for a reply she tried to keep still, but her legs shook slightly. Even though she was trying to get him to fuck her, she was still afraid of actually being fucked. If he did it too roughly, she worried that she might actually break.

 

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Though he didn't immediately release her, his harsh grip on her pussy was at least not intensified further. By no means had he forgotten his disobedient little girl, but Sayori's pleading actions did assuage a bit of his anger.

He watched with satisfaction as she moved to release his hefty bulge, so eager to please him if it meant that he would stop hurting her companion. The lick of her dainty little tongue against his hot member had it twitching slightly in her grasp, and at last, he deemed it appropriate to let go of Cora's abused sex. Almost immediately she curled up into a ball, her hands reaching down to cup her aching clit as she sobbed and tried to breathe through the pain. While he hadn't physically harmed her as much as he could have, it was still a very sensitive area to simply tweak and pinch, and it took her a moment to recover.

"My pussy is...is yours, General..."

He smiled, his hand reaching down to stroke his thumb from the bottom of her slick hole all the way to the top, and then back down before he dipped it into her slightly.

"Good girl Sayori. We will leave the stockings on for now."

With his thumb still teasing her entrance, he began to bring her massive cock ever closer, stopping just a mere centimeter away from her soaked folds. He was so close, he could feel the heat radiating out from her tight core. Just as he began to sink his fat cock head into that sweet little vice, he reaches over to Cora and grabs her arm with a bruising grip, yanking her over to them and forcing her to turn around.

"Do you see how good she is being Cora?"

His cock sank in just an inch before he pulls back a bit, lubing it up with her sweet juices.

"Y-yes" she whimpered, her eyes spilling over with hot tears. She felt like such a bitch. If she had only laid still and kept her mouth shut, then Sayori wouldn't have had to humiliate herself by trying to get his attentions.

"Are you going to be good tonight my little Cora? Or do I have to hurt her too?"

Right as he says 'hurt her', he suddenly thrusts his hips forward, forcing his thick meat halfway into her little pussy, knowing that she wasn't yet ready to take him so deeply. Cora would not be ready either, when it was her turn, but she was at least a bit bigger than Sayori and he knew from experience that she would not bleed. She would take his massive girth, right down to the hilt.

"Yes! Ray, p-please! I'll be good, please, please don't!"

She was trembling, and though her hand was laying over his where he was still gripping her arm so painfully, she didn't try to fight him off or squirm away. When he was seemingly satisfied with her compliance, she forced herself to relax and let him take her mouth, his tongue dominating and commanding. It forced her to comply, lest she anger him again, and as he began to work his cock in and out of the little women below him, his thrusts shallow but relentless, all she could do was whimper in despair.

 

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It relieved her to hear Cora stop screaming, her relief only growing as he smiled at her. For now, it seemed as though her gamble had paid off- he at the very least wasn't angry with her.

Though now she simply had to focus on getting through without sustaining any internal damage. Since he had been a medic, part of her suspected that he knew what the risks are if he decided to be too rough, but she knew he would do what he wanted. From his perspective, she assumed that he thought she was his toy and if he wanted to break her then he would have the right to do so. She could only hope that he liked her enough not to break her any time soon.

His thumb against her pussy would have felt nice if it was anyone but him, but she kept her hand spreading her lips for him. When his head finally pushed up against her and moved inside, she then released her pussy and let her arms rest at her sides. Even just the head felt massive as she knew it would, the woman starting to pant slightly as she tried not to tense as much.

"Do you see how good she is being Cora?"

"Y-yes"

"Are you going to be good tonight my little Cora? Or do I have to hurt her too?"

"AH!" A pained gasp left her lips as he unexpectedly plunged so deeply. It was almost better that he had done it without warning, knowing that it might have felt even worse if she had braced for it. She knew that it probably wasn't even more than half his length, but it still made her back arch and her eyes water. Now that she was no longer pregnant, she didn't have to look to know that there was a slight bulge in her stomach, that one would be able to see its movements against the skin of her abdomen.

When she had been drugged and relaxed, her wanton cunt actually desiring the monster he kept in his pants, his cock had been able to go very deeply inside her. It still hurt when he pounded her with relentless and unrestrained lust, but at the very least she had been able to fit nearly all of him with it even feeling very good. Now that she was stressed and tense, her vice-like pussy struggled from his movements.

It was good to hear Cora say that she would behave. She didn't like this any more than Cora did, but she would be lying if she denied that she wanted them both as obedient as possible to get it over with more quickly and without incident. It was just safer that way, avoiding as much pain as possible. In this new life she would be living with Cora, that was the best she could hope for.

Her dainty hands gripped the sheets as her body rocked back and forth, her small breasts following suit. Just like on the tape, she could hear his cock stirring her up inside, though she also heard the smacking of lips (her eyes having been shut since he entered her). Sayori didn't want to watch them make out, she just wanted him to cum inside her so he could sooner be done with them both.

Huffs and whimpers were coming from her now, his cock rubbing against her sensitive insides. She hated that her pussy was getting so wet to help with the process, his member soon stuffing her with a bit more ease.

 

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He finally freed her mouth, allowing her to take a few deep breathes to recover as his hand moved up to hold her jaw and the grip on her arm moved her to lay her own hand over Sayori's stomach. His icy blue eyes ate her up as he watched the expression on her face struggle to stay neutral as she felt the way his cock moved just under the surface of the little women's skin, her own hand aiding in his arousal as he forced her to push her palm down against them both.

"Hm, she seems to be struggling to take me. Why don't you help your pet out, my little Cora?"

Easing the pressure on her hand, he guided it down until her trembling fingers were resting just over Sayori's clit, and she could feel how wet his thick cock was as it bullied it's way into her tiny body. Disgusted, Cora tried to close her eyes, only to quickly feel his hand squeeze her jaw until she whimpered and opened them again.

"Touch her" he demanded, his thrusts slowing just a bit until she complied, her fingers curling under his hand and beginning to lewdly, but gently, rub against Sayori's clit.

His hand let go of her jaw, moving up to wipe away her tears a bit roughly as he gave her an approving and humiliating smirk before moving that same hand down inside of her dress. Once inside, he cupped her perky breast and began to squeeze and knead it, ignoring her obvious signs of discomfort as she winced and bit her lip to keep herself from making any noise.

"Good girl. Now, what do you think my little Cora? Do you think she deserves my cum?"

 

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She had been distracted by that thick cock rearranging her insides when she noticed a smaller, softer hand alighting onto her stomach. A little noise of distress left her before she looked away from them both. It was so hard to see Cora being tortured this way, the man forcing her to participate in his disgusting actions.

"Hm, she seems to be struggling to take me. Why don't you help your pet out, my little Cora?"

She truly was struggling; Sayori could also feel how his cock only swelled a bit more under Cora's hand, driving Sayori to pant harder and grip the blankets with intensity. Every moment making her feel like maybe this would be the thrust that broke her. She hated to admit it, but when the General finally forced Cora to rub her swollen button it actually did help. Her body relaxed a bit, milking his cock rather than straining against it. Cora's gentle fingers combined with Kuznet's meat had her whining and squirming her hips, soft little moans occasionally breaking past her defenses. Her eyes streamed tears on either side from the intensity of his fuck, even though she knew he was actually being very gentle with her by his standards.

"Good girl. Now, what do you think my little Cora? Do you think she deserves my cum?"

The risk of Kuznet's dirty seed flooding her womb and getting her pregnant scared her, but as she looked over at Cora's crying face, she couldn't help but feel an ache of sadness for her. Neither of them wanted these disgusting things, to be humiliated, but they had no choice. Cora had previously claimed that she would "take it for her" but she didn't want that. She didn't want to watch as the man grabbed Cora by the back of the hair and shoved his still-dripping cock in her mouth before filling her up with his load, as she assumed that this was what would happen if she volunteered.

Her eyes met Cora's and she gave her a resigned but pleading look, a slight shake of the head asking for her to not intervene on her behalf. If anything, maybe if she saved Cora as much pain as possible it would slightly make up for what she had done to Quint. She couldn't maintain eye contact for long though as an insistent thrust made her gasp and lean her head back, her lips open and her eyes closed as she whimpered.

 

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Those hazel eyes went a bit wide for a split second before narrowing as her face twisted up with pain and fear. The very thought of Kuznet having a child, and not just a child, but his victims child, filled her with terror. If he thought of them as pets and toys, how far would his obsession go with his own seed? How far could it go? She didn't want to know the answer to that, nor even try to imagine it.

With fresh tears spilling down her face, her eyes looked down and caught the look on Sayori's face. Even if Cora hadn't simply wanted to save her from that fate, she would still do it to stop a possible future filled with unimaginable horror. She couldn't allow a child to come into this world, dropped into his waiting paws.

"I..." she started, clenching her eyes shut for a brief moment. When she opened them back up, she gazed into his intense stare and then said things that she would never be able to wash from her mouth or memories.

"I want it. Please Ray, I want your cum. Please cum inside me."

Despite the way he was trying to goad her, she still could not bring herself to put Sayori down; to humiliate her by saying she wasn't 'deserving', even if it was something so disgusting and unwanted.

"Please...please fuck me Ray" she said, her voice strained and barely above a whisper as she brought her free hand up to his shirt, her fingers shaking as she struggled to unbutton it. Once she had gotten a button loose, she slipped her hand inside and stroked the hair on his chest, his soft curls weaving between her fingers as she continued to rub Sayori's sensitive bud.

"I want you to fuck me until you-"

She swallowed hard, stopping herself from letting out a sob.

"Until you fill me up."

Though he didn't shove his dick any deeper into her pussy, his hips picked the speed for just a brief moment, his monster cock twitching from the slutty attentions he was receiving from his toy. Suddenly, and with a bit of a grunt, he pulled himself completely free of her tight hole, her vice grip so strong that it actually made a bit of a 'pop' as he did so. With one last good squeeze to her breast, making Cora gasp, he let her go and pushed her back a bit on the bed.

"I want both of you on your knees, side by side. Asses up in front of me."

As the girls moved to do as they were told, he took the time to finish what Cora had started, undoing the buttons on his shirt until he could peel it off and deposit it on the floor.

 

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"I... I want it. Please Ray, I want your cum. Please cum inside me.... Please...please fuck me Ray"

"I want you to fuck me until you- Until you fill me up."

Upon hearing Cora say those things, she couldn't help but let out a sob. It was so wrong, so horribly wrong and there was nothing she could do about it. She didn't want Cora to sacrifice her dignity for her over this and she didn't want to be the reason that Cora was forced into compliance. Why was it that Cora and Quint both were such kind people, doing what they could to help despite years of torment telling them that their actions didn't matter?

The sudden increase in speed was the last straw for her, her body taking it as a sign that it was time to reach her peak. A strangled moan came from her as her chest arched, her pussy dousing him as she came all over his cock. The grip on him was strong so it was no surprise to her when she heard that lewd little pop from him removing himself from her. The woman's body shuddered as she rested, her eyes closed almost as though she hoped that by doing so everything would fade into a soon-forgotten nightmare.

"I want both of you on your knees, side by side. Asses up in front of me."

Her rest was short-lived, the woman rolling over slowly and moving into the position he had demanded. Waiting for whatever it was he wanted to do, she hung her head down in shame while on her hands and knees. Somewhere deep down she suspected that Kuznet had expected that response from Cora, leading her by the hand until she inevitably tried to protect Sayori. Though she felt her hip brush Cora's, she didn't look at her as she closed her eyes once more.

 

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The sob that Sayori let out, just before she inevitably came so hard, had Cora unable to fight off her own. She knew that her companion didn't want her to do it, to grovel and beg in the most humiliating of ways, but Cora wasn't sure if she was truly thinking about what was at stake if she didn't.

Turning around, Cora got herself into position, feeling the warmth of the other women on her skin. Though she didn't mind that so much, it was the touch of her soft skin that made her breathing become labored, as it only spoke as to what was about to happen next. She never had gotten used to this, despite her body being able to handle it, and she could only find herself grateful that he was allowing her to bury her face in the mattress so she didn't have to watch his approach.

Kuznet laid a hand on Sayori's plush little ass first, his fingers sliding down along her cunt to gather some of her juices. Once his massive hand was properly soaked, he brought his thumb up, and, none too gently, helped himself to her puckered little hole. His calloused skin slid easily into that tight ring, despite her bodies protests, and he smiled. While he enjoyed frightening the little bird into thinking that he might change his mind, and claim her ass, that was something that he liked to reserve for punishment, the pain of it far exceeding what many of his best torture devices could accomplish.

Reaching down to the front of her thighs, he wrapped a hand around Cora's legs and yanked her back roughly until her drenched cunt smacked against his engorged cock. Almost immediately she began to sob, though it was not because she was afraid of pain, but of what would come after than initial thrust.

"Please please, please..." she started to mumble, unaware that she was even doing it.

"You have such a juicy little cunt Cora. You always have..."

Just as he finished his sentence, he drew his hips back and, aiming for her entrance, thrust forward with such intense force that had he not been holding her thighs, Cora would have likely hit her head on the front board of the bed. She gasped, and then sobbed hard as he let out a grunt of pleasure, her hands forming into white knuckled fists underneath her.

"That's it" he growled, shoving his thumb a bit further into Sayori's tight little ass.

"You missed my cock, didn't you?"

She couldn't answer him, as before she even had time to breathe, he began slamming into her with brutal force, his hips smacking against her plush bottom as the sound of her soaked pussy began to fill the room.

"Oh god! Ray, please!" she sobbed, the intensity of it too much. His cock was so thick and it was stuffing her right down to her cervix, just barely tapping against it with each hard thrust into her much smaller body. More than the intensity though was the pain. Not the physical pain, oh no, but the mental. Despite how deeply she hated him, her little pussy was coming alive from his touch, soaking and drenching his balls and making the most sloppy sounds. She hated it, and she hated herself for feeling it.

"Please what Cora?" he growled, his hand in Sayori's ass beginning to pick up speed.

"I thought you wanted my cum?"

"I-I-I d-do..oh god!"

Her body was shaking again, though this time it wasn't from fear. Her nerves were on fire, and despite how much she would have given up to stop herself from doing it, she began to moan.

"Oh, oh, oh god!"

"Does it feel good, Cora?" he asks, bending down over her slightly so that he can grab her by the back of her head and use her hair to bring her up. Now that he had her going, he wanted Sayori to hear those sweet sounds that she could make, un-muffled.

"Yes!" she cried in despair.

"Do you want more?" he growled, slamming his hips into her with more speed.

"Please, please Ray!"

"Please what, Cora?!"

"S-stop!" she wailed, her pussy beginning to clench around his cock with new strength as she teetered on the edge of orgasm.

"Stop! Please! I-I don't want to!"

"Yes you do. Do not lie to me you little whore" he spat with sudden venom, pulling his thumb out of Sayori and letting go of Cora's hair so that he could grip both sides of her hips painfully and really drive himself into her, each thrust shaking the bed like an earthquake. Cora wailed and moaned, the mixture of the pain on her already bruised hips mingling with the way his thick member was tearing her up, each thrust becoming faster and more intense, until suddenly, she screamed out her ecstasy-an orgasm working through her so hard that she squirted against the bed. And just as soon as she screamed, Kuznet growled, pulling her back against his groin and then jerking as his cum shot so deeply into her, it's thickness and heat filling her up to the point of bursting.

Panting a bit, he finally released her, watching with satisfaction as she slid off of his dick and laid down on the bed, curling up into a fetal position and silently crying as she tried to recover. He ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it back as he took one last deep breath and let it out slowly, and then he bent down to grab his shirt. Without meeting either of their gazes, he went to the bathroom to clean himself up, and when he came back out, he looked fresh and proper once more, his dick having been tucked away and his shirt put back into place.

He was just adjusting the last of his buttons as he made his way towards the door, and his eyes roamed over the both of them.

"Dinner will be in two hours."

With that, he left, locking the door once more.

 

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When he had been gathering her juices, she thought he was going to finger her again but she hadn't expected for him to enter her ass. It made sense though; now that he had watched the tape of herself and Quint, it was on record that she had enjoyed her ass being fucked before. His actions almost made her feel like he was teasing her about it- subtly bringing it up as if to say, "I was right about you being just a little slut."

His thumb didn't have any right to be that thick though, Sayori feeling like it was probably the size of a small anal plug. The woman found herself huffing and whimpering as he worked her ass alongside Cora's pussy, being forced to listen to the sounds of Cora's forced pleasure as well. At one point, she felt his thumb go even deeper, the woman gasping from the unexpected fact that there was even more thumb to work into her.

It was awful to hear what he was doing to Cora- more awful even than feeling what he was doing to Sayori. She would have traded a lot of things to be allowed to save Cora from his utter and complete domination of her mind and body.

His efforts made her ass feel full and lewd, her ass remembering how good it felt to have Quint inside her. Occasionally his fingers would brush her clit and it was upon one of those small brushes that she cried out again, cumming from his thumb in her ass of all things. Another sob escaped her as her legs trembled, hating that her body was sensitive enough to succumb to such a thing.

"Mm!" Sayori whimpered as his thumb came out of her, the woman collapsing onto the bed and lying completely still other than the way she was shaking from the stress of it all. Her eyes were wide as she simply stared at the wall opposite Cora, trying to block out the sounds of Kuznet fucking Cora so hard, the bed rocking around her. It was shaking as though it was a physical representation of how she felt on the inside-jumbled and jarred.

She didn't even notice him leaving, still numb from what had just happened. If someone were to happen upon them, they might say that she looked like a toy that had become unplugged, no batteries to sustain anything more than simple existence. Her thoughts and feelings were so loud in her head that it all became white noise- undiscernible and unintelligible.

 

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For a very long few moments after that door shut, Cora just laid there and hugged herself, her eyes clenched shut as she cried. She could feel and hear everything around her, from his warm cum oozing out of her like a small river of shame, to Sayori's own quiet breathing. Why couldn't she go numb like she usually did after this? Why was her body and mind torturing her by leaving her awake and laying in this hell cell?

Looking over, she noticed that her companion wasn't moving. It scared her a bit, to see Sayori lying so still and not moving, knowing that the little women was likely in shock. Well, if she wasn't going to be able to fall back into that mind numbing fog, then she needed to do something and help her. Sobbing and breathing raggedly, she slowly pulled herself out of that tight human ball and moved towards the edge of the bed, wincing from the pain in her stomach. There was pain everywhere on her lower body, but her stomach hurt especially badly, her cervix cramping from the harsh treatment and his utter lack of care in how he treated her.

Once she was at the edge, she gripped onto the blanket and then scooted back over to Sayori. Once she was close enough to her, she pulled the blanket up over them, shutting out the light and making a bit of a cocoon. A safe haven, where the cameras couldn't see them.

"Why?" she sobbed, curling up once more and closing her eyes. He had made her cum before, when he wanted to shame her, but never like that. She had never squirted for him, and the fact that he was able to make her do it so easily meant that he had known how all these years and had just denied her pleasure. Just like he had known taking her ass didn't have to be painful, but he did it solely to cause pain.

"I d-didn't want..."

She moved her hands from her knees and put them over her face, her body wracking as she simply tried to breathe.

"I never wanted anyone but Damien to make me feel like that, why?!"

She knew that Damien was the last person that Sayori likely wanted to talk about, or hear about right now, but Cora didn't care. Not that she didn't want to, but she simply couldn't. She was reaching her breaking point and if she didn't let it out, she might really go numb, and not in that safe way.

"I hate him! I hate him so fucking much, and I!...and I hate myself! I wasn't supposed to" she sobbed.

"Share that! That was ours! How c-could he take that from me?! I let him take it..."

 

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She had felt the movements on the bed but hadn’t paid them any mind until the blanket was brought up over them. Though she was still almost immobile, her head switched to the other side to look at Cora with a despondent look. What she saw pulled her back from within herself, focus coming to her eyes as the numbness faded. She couldn’t just tune out right now- Cora needed someone to comfort her, and Sayori needed to feel like she had a reason for being alive.

Listening quietly, she simply let Cora get it all out, knowing she probably needed to vent a bit. It was mostly things that she herself had felt before: hatred for the General, shame about how her body liked his cock, and a general despair about the entire situation. It always felt like the big man was trying to take something precious from them, and she hated that he was quite good at finding tender places to attack.

The woman moved so that she was on her side facing Cora before scooting closer to her. One of her arms went around her warm back, gently holding her companion. It was as much for Cora as it was herself as even though they were both laying naked while covered in sweat, tears, and sexual fluids, she still wanted the comforting feeling of a friend.

The dainty woman kissed the top of Cora’s head and let her lips linger almost like a mother would before she spoke gently, “Do not use your body to measure affection... Your body can be made to do any number of things.” She sniffled and let out a heavy breath, scooting even closer and resting her forehead against Cora’s soft hair before lowering her voice to a volume just audible enough for Cora.

“I think he wants you to think that he can give you anything that Damien can, that Damien isn’t special, and that you’re fooling yourself into thinking you care for him because of how...” She swallowed hard and cleared her throat, “... how good he is in the bedroom.”

A tense silence followed and her eyebrows furrowed, “I... hate Damien, and I can’t understand how you feel about him, but only you can decide whether he means more to you than what he can do to your body... There are so many things you can share with someone important to you that the General simply cannot hope to attain, and he knows it. All he can do is try to undermine the other person, to loosen their hold on you so that his grip seems tighter.”

 

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Cora was so deep into her own despair that at first, when Sayori wrapped her arm around her, she had the urge to push her away. Right at that moment she felt disgusted with herself for what she had done and felt, and even though it was a gentle touch meant to soothe her, it instead had the opposite affect and prickled at her already raw emotions. But, she was simply so exhausted and sore that she really didn't have the energy to push her away, and in the end, it was a good thing.

Sayori's gentle words and actions slowly made their way into her mind, sweeping away the dust and debris that The General had left behind in the wake of his storm. It was as if the little women had stepped into her heart and reminded her that all she had to do, was simply pull the curtains back and open the windows to let in the sun, to nurture and grow those little seeds of strength that had been planted by her friends and her love. Despite how much he had thrown at her, how much he had raged and stormed, Kuznet simply could not rip those seeds of hope from her soul. They were planted too deeply now, and had already begun to take root.

"There are so many things you can share with someone important to you that the General simply cannot hope to attain, and he knows it."

Tentatively, Cora took one of her hands away from her wet face and brought it up to Sayori's arm. She then shakily brought it up further and wrapped her arm around Sayori's shoulders, hugging her a bit closer as she sobbed.

"Thank you" she cried, not knowing what else to say, or how to express her gratitude for how she was helping her.

 

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Sayori closed her eyes and started to cry silently once more, not feeling as though she deserved Cora's gratitude. Her guilt regarding what had happened with Quint pinched at her heart, not allowing her to forget her sin. It was so difficult knowing that Kuznet had likely forced him to watch the tape multiple times, probably saying all manner of cruel things to him like that he was a slut, or that he had really worked her little ass well.

The worst part of it all was that she had enjoyed it. Even now that she had an arguably sober head and no longer had any chemicals flowing through her, the memory of his hands squeezing her to his chest and all that followed was one that she would cherish for a long time. It ate away at her, the shame nibbling at the corners of her memories. It was how he had made her feel that stood out to her the most, and it pained her to think of how he must have felt betrayed, disappointed that she would use him like that. He was probably good at hiding how he felt; how far had he buried those melancholy feelings for him to put on show for her in order to put her at ease?

Her lip wobbled before a soft sob came from her, the woman sniffing again before answering with a little, "thank you too." She was thanking Cora not only for hugging her back, but also for trying to protect her as well.

"Don't worry about me next time... He has already taken me twice before, and even if he does break me..." she paused for a moment, the silence lingering as she tried to find a silver lining. Her eyes opened and she furrowed her brows, "he would either put me back together, or he would be receiving the metaphorical middle finger as I escaped him into the next life." Sayori didn't know if she believed in a next life, nor if she believed in heaven or hell, but it was much kinder to say.

 

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She felt and heard her begin to sob, but there was nothing that she could do but squeeze her a bit and use her thumb to rub her skin, trying her best to comfort the both of them. There was really nothing else in this new dark world that could help them, except for these small moments of reprieve.

"Don't worry about me next time..."

She took in a shuddering, ragged breath, and tried not to sob so hard when she let it out, but it was difficult. Cora could answer her and tell her "alright, I won't", but it would only be a lie. She knew that Sayori was trying to protect her as well, but really, how could she not worry? How could she not act? Despite having a choice over her own actions, there were very limited choices to choose from, and the outcomes were simply too dire to risk.

"Please don't let him break you" she whispered, her words ragged as she tried to breath.

"I'll never be able to look at you in the way that he wants me too, but I... I don't want you to be hurt. And I don't want you to die. I want..."

Cora wanted to say that she wanted her to be free; that if she could have, she would have done anything to get her out. To get all of them out. And as long as they were alive, she knew, deep down, that there was always a chance of that possible future. But to say it out loud seemed like a dangerous gamble, and it was one in which she was not sure that she was willing to bet on today.

 

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"Please don't let him break you... I'll never be able to look at you in the way that he wants me too, but I... I don't want you to be hurt. And I don't want you to die."

The way she said that reminded her a bit of when Officer Francisco had said something very similar to her. How many people had they seen come and go, broken and too hollow to even beg for death? The thought scared her, and she wondered if she was strong enough to resist such a fate when so many others that were probably far braver than her had already succumbed to the General's madness.

She wasn't sure how Kuznet wanted Cora to look at her; perhaps he wanted Cora to regard her as a little pet to play with, a cherished little lamb that went everywhere that Mary went. If that was the case, then she got the feeling that Cora truly would never look at her like that. Both of the two twins treated her like a person, knowing that it was only due to misfortune that she was there in the first place.

"I want..."

"I know. I want that too..." Cora didn't have to finish for her to have known where she was going. They all wanted to be free, for each other to live their best lives outside his clutches, but it was a dream that needed to be tucked away as it would likely never be realized.

Sayori sniffled and let out a sigh, pulling back from Cora so she could look at her face. She gave her a soft smile and said, "I wish we could stay like this for longer, but we should probably wash up."

 

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Her wet eyes looked up at her soft brown when Sayori pulled back a bit, the light being filtered through the blanket dim, but still bright enough to see her face. Closing her own eyes for a moment, she could could only manage a little nod before she reluctantly turned and reached to pull the covers off of them before moving to get off the bed. Indeed, she wanted to be clean-to wash his filth from between her legs, even if she couldn't quite wash away the shame.

After they were done, Cora came back to the bed to wait and simply lay down while she could. They still had a few hours to go, and with how little energy she had, she wasn't sure if she could make it through dinner without getting at least a bit of rest.

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Downstairs, Quint was simply sitting on the sofa and watching Ray as he moved about in the kitchen. His body ached and he wished that he could lean over a bit to rest, as the back of the couch was pretty hard and he had been sitting so stiffly for so long, afraid to wrinkle the clothes that the General had given to him.

It was another test, a petty game. As if the bruises painted all over his face and ribs weren't enough, as if laying there on the cold concrete while he had listened to his sister scream in the cell beside him hadn't been enough, nor was it enough to make him listen to her reluctant moans from upstairs as well. Had he always been this cruel? Yes, but the passing of time had tainted his memories and dulled the pain. Now it was fresh and raw, and Quint felt like Kuznet was quite enjoying himself, making up for lost time. What he wouldn't give to just take a physical beating once in a while. At least those he could heal from.

"May I have a glass of water?" he asked, his tone neutral and respectful. While he didn't care where he slept-whether the cold concrete, or that soft bed upstairs, what he did care about was being there with his sister. He needed to be there for her tonight, if he could, knowing that she was likely teetering on the edge of a full mental breakdown, or at the very least, a night full of night terrors. He wanted to hold her until she fell asleep, and Quint really hoped that Sayori would be okay with him staying in the same bed. If she wasn't, then he would sleep on the floor, but either way-he didn't want to risk angering Kuznet right now.

"You can have one with dinner. Go upstairs and tell your sister and our little pet to come down."

Quint carefully averted his eyes as he shakily stood up, biting back the words that wanted to come forth from hearing 'pet'. It felt good to stand up, but it hurt to walk, and once he got to the staircase, he found himself using one of his tentacles instead of his own hand and arm to hold himself stable on the railing. He soon found himself in front of the door, unlocking it, and then opening it a bit slowly to give them some time to react encase they hadn't bothered to cover themselves.

 

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After washing up and putting back on that same blue and pink dress, she had also laid down on the bed next to Cora, her head leaning to the side so she cold be in contact with her shoulder. She too needed a bit of a rest after their cry as well as the comfort of her presence. This session was probably child’s play compared to what he had in store for the future, but it was still extremely stressful.

Their rest was interrupted by that click of the lock. She sighed and slid out of bed, straightening her skirt, fully expecting it to be the General at the door. What she got however, was a well-dressed Quint. A surprised look came to her face before her wide brown eyes very briefly gave him a once over- surprised further by the fact that he was wearing slacks and a dress shirt. She had to admit that even though she found him handsome in the casual clothes he had before, his new outfit only complimented him more. It accentuated his form and complimented those stormy blue eyes of his. He was... very attractive.

A sudden heat came to her cheeks and she looked away from him toward the bed, hurriedly mumbling something about having almost forgotten her ribbon. It gave her a brief reprieve to collect herself, the woman picking the ribbon up from where it had slipped to the floor and tying it in a bow around her neck.

Sayori wasn’t sure why she reacted that way. Despite the fact that they were intimate by extenuating circumstances, he was still just a good friend. She was simply noticing how good he looked in that outfit like anyone would be able to see, wasn’t she?

After having tied her ribbon, she turned back and cleared her throat, glancing from Cora to Quint. When her eyes returned to him, it was only then that she noticed the bruises on his jaw. Had she been so swept away by his clothes that she hadn’t noticed what was right in front of her? A sad look came to her eyes and she shifted in an uncomfortable manner, feeling very guilty for not having noticed the first time she looked at him. “We should probably head downstairs shouldn’t we?”

 

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When Quint opened that door, Cora looked at him with relief and a small glimmer of happiness until it quickly faded into a frown. He watched the emotions play across her face as her eyes teared up, her gaze seemingly taking in his swollen cheek once again. It used to bother him before, that very look she would give him when he would come back home late with Brandon, and when he finally lost his temper with her and asked her just why the hell it bothered her so much that he got into fights, the answer Cora had given him had made Quint cry. After that, he got better at fighting. He got better so that he wouldn't be hit in the face so much, and he wouldn't have to make her feel that way ever again.

But he couldn't hide here. He couldn't fight back, and he couldn't stop Ray from hitting him.

"We should probably head downstairs shouldn’t we?"

They had been staring at each other, communicating with no more than the look in their eyes, when Sayori softly spoke up. Peeling his gaze away, Quint finally looked over at her, noticing for the first time that her cheeks were a bit heated. He couldn't figure out why, though, and at the moment it didn't seem important enough to ask.

"Yea. Dinners almost ready."

He stepped back from the door and waited for them to both come out, and then he started to lead them down the hall. After just a step or two, his hand reached back and took Cora's, and she squeezed his in return, getting a strange sense of deja-vu, though she couldn't remember from what. Just before they started down the stairs, he looked down at Sayori and tried his best to give her a smile, wishing he could just crack a joke and go back to the way it had been before they came here. Maybe later he could get them both laughing, but right now...he was just too tired.

 

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It was cruel that she and Quint were in an awkward phase in their friendship as it only made her feel a bit more like someone on the outside looking in. The two siblings were so close and had gone through so much together that it was like a wall she could never hope to climb.

When Quint mustered up a tired smile for her, she returned it with one of her own. She wanted to take his hand too, to feel the coolness of his gentle grip and the comfort it would have brought. Sayori envied Cora a bit in that moment, the way she and Quint were effortlessly close. The closeness they had almost reminded her of herself and her own sister, though she didn’t want to think about her right now- it would only end in that familiar loneliness settling in again.

They were gone, and there was nothing she could do about it. She was on her own now, and she needed to get used to that fact.

Following closely behind, she made her way down to the dining room with them, noticing that there were four places set on the table. She wasn’t quite sure how the General wanted them to be seated though. Last time, she and Cora had sat on either side of him within his reach, but now she wondered if it would be Quint in her place, Sayori herself moved to the spot opposite from Kuznet. Whatever the man was cooking smelled divine, her mouth watering in anticipation.

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Damien was standing in Cora's apartment suddenly, the man looking around in confusion. How in the hell had he ended up here? Wasn't he at the rebel's base? Where was Vin and the rest of them? The questions kept stacking up until he heard the click of a door opening and shutting. Looking over, he saw Cora entering the apartment, wearing that beautiful white dress that made her look like a saint. All his other questions were washed away as he simply took her in with wide eyes.

"Cora..." he breathed, the man feeling like his heart was about to beat out of his chest. There was such an overwhelming rush of emotion, Damien's eyes watering before he swallowed, frozen to the spot. It was as though seeing her had wiped his mind blank, only able to focus on the fact that she was here, right now.

Cora smiled at him, a soft almost knowing smile. "What's the matter, baby? Aren't you happy to see me?"

"I'm happy.... I'm more than happy I... Cora, I was so worried!" His quick stride took him over to her and he wrapped her up in his arms, squeezing her to his chest and twisting his hips side to side as he held her. God, it felt so good to have her in his arms, to know that she was safe. Even if she wasn't his, even if those lips didn't cry out his name or whisper it with affection, to know that she was safe was such a blessing.

He felt her arms go around his torso, laying her head on his chest before saying, "Hey, it's okay. I'm okay."

"Damien couldn't hold back his tears of joy, those salty droplets sliding down his cheeks and into her hair. "How did you escape? How did we end up back here? How-"

"Shhh..." a finger came up to his lips, silencing him as those hazel eyes looked up with a warmth that he had only been able to fantasize about while she was gone. "Damien, just... just enjoy this moment, okay?"

He didn't understand, not knowing why those questions couldn't be answered now. That being said, if she wanted to wait to talk about it, then they would put it to the side for now. "Alright," he replied, "but the price for my silence is a kiss, you know."

His playful remark was met with a coy smile, her hands sliding up his torso until they were cupping his face, "just a kiss?"

Leaning down, he moved so that he was but a mere inch from her mouth before saying, "just a kiss... For now." With that, he thought he heard a little chuckle before he pressed his lips against her, all of his feelings of longing and relief being put into that tender kiss. His tongue slipped into her mouth and his arms pulled her close so that their bodies were softly pushing against each other's. A soft groan came from him, trying to hold himself back from being completely swept away and taking her on the floor of her apartment, or bending her over the back of her couch. It felt like his feelings were overflowing, needing to be expressed in a more physical way as their kiss became more and more desperate and heated.

He felt her pull back for breath and whisper in a voice almost trembling with pain, "It hurts, Damien. It hurts so much."

Suddenly, he was laying in that hospital bed at the rebel base, the man sitting up with a start looking around in bewilderment as he got his bearings. What in the hell had happened? Was that... a dream? His eyes narrowed as is hand came up to hold his forehead.

It had felt so good at first... the dream having let him hold her and kiss her, reassuring him that it was alright before ripping her from his arms. Ultimately the dream had been cruel, giving him false hope while hammering in the fact that she was probably suffering right now. That being said, part of him wanted to dream of her again even if it was a lie. He felt empty without her, and even though it was just a moment, the ache in his heart had lifted during that dream.

Damien had never dreamt, at least he couldn't remember having had any dreams in his life. So why now? That at least, he knew the answer to. He missed her terribly, and he had no idea what was happening to her right now. For all he knew, that sick bastard could be toying with her body or beating her in a dark cell. It was so frustrating to not be able to go to her and help her, the man feeling so utterly useless and hopeless. What if he never found her, or when he did it was too late?

Leaning forward, he put his face in his hands and cried. Though he remained quiet so as not to wake anyone who was sleeping in there, his face had an expression of anguish under those hands. He was hidden by the curtain, so he knew no one would be witness to it, not really wanting anyone to see him like this. He figured Vin wouldn't pay him any mind, but he really didn't want Robert to come in and try to comfort him. While he didn't think he would push him to talk about it, he didn't think he deserved any comfort.

He was so stupid, not having been more alert. He shouldn't have let her leave the base alone, especially with those messages he had received. Damien couldn't even protect her, probably bumbling around happily while she was dragged away from the base. He had failed the one person who believed in him the most. She was probably suffering right now and he had the gall to feel sorry for himself. He felt so... worthless, so undeserving of even the air he was breathing.

"Damien, are you crying? How unbecoming. All this time I was the one suffering in the hospital and here you are trying to make things about you. How pathetic."

A tired look came to his eyes as he let one of his hands rest in his lap, his other arm wiping his face clean. With that, he pulled out the IV needle out, not bothering to put a bandaid on even though one had been left for him. The IV bag was empty anyway, it wasn't as though he was going to get any additional water until the morning. He wandered out of the room and looked around, spying a case of alcohol. Upon going to it, he found that it was locked, the man easily finding some thing he could use to pick it. Once it was open, he took the lowest-quality bottle of vodka and closed the case, locking it once more.

Damien trudged up the stairs a few floors, finding an empty room and closing the door. It would be the perfect place to drink a bit, hopefully numbing himself up and allowing him some reprieve. On his way up, he had left a few droplets of blood on the floor like a little bread-crumb trail, though he himself wasn't aware of it. Sitting down in a dusty chair he found, he unscrewed the cap of the bottle and took several gulps before coughing. He could get as drunk as he liked tonight- he was alone and had the night to himself, the only witness to his intoxication.

 

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Kuznet's lips twisted in a bit of a smirk as he saw where Sayori had chosen to sit, though he said nothing to indicate what he was thinking, instead simply focusing on plating their food up. He was a man of talent and perfection, though the plate he sat down in front of Cora made her think of how a robot might cook, had it been given a renowned recipe. The single serve chicken pot pie was too perfect in it's presentation, each small cut in it's crust to help it vent as it cooked being aimed for purpose and nothing more. The side of caramelized carrots were cut into easy to chew, bit size pieces-likely because his dinner guests jaws were too sore-and though they were plated aesthetically, they lacked any soul or love in the presentation. Even when Damien had served them nothing more than jerky sticks and soup, it still had more feeling in it's presentation that this, she thought to herself.

"How long has it been since you have heard from your sister, Sayori?" he asks as he lays her own plate down and gives her hair an affectionate pet before walking off to grab Quinton's plate. While he is over there, he takes out a glass of water and pours a small bit of liquid in the bottom before filling it up.

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Delvin didn't know how long he had been asleep, or when he had even nodded off, but when he woke up, the first thing he did was sit up in that bed and look around. Jesse was still in the chair, sleeping, and young soldier that had been on the ground was gone, possibly performing duties. With a bit of adrenaline kicking through his veins, he peeled the blanket off of himself and got out of bed as quietly as he could. It wasn't very hard, as his body seemed to have healed up quite a bit during his sleep and besides for some aches and pains in various places, he felt mostly alright.

Going over to the curtain, he peeled it back a bit slowly. While deep down he felt like there had been some real sincerity in Damien's words, he was still filled with anger and betrayal, and he wasn't going to put it past the guy to pull something. When he saw that the bed was empty, however, he let out a curse and stomped inside the area, looking around with hate filled eyes and wondering just where the fuck he had gone.

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Vin had managed to find a flashlight in quick time, along with a hammer. It seemed Jameson had, rightly, locked away any guns that the companions might have brought in with them, so unfortunately he hadn't been able to arm himself properly. He hadn't immediately spotted the trail of blood, and he was just about to head back towards his room to wake Jesse up and ask her where everyone else was staying, intent on starting a search party, when he spotted the little droplets underfoot. Once he had found the trail, it didn't take him long at all to follow where it led.

Once in front of the door, Delvin turned the knob and barged in, intent on not giving Damien any time to react or scheme something. The hammer in his hand was gripped hard, but not raised up just yet.

 

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Sayori did her best not to pull away from him, but her body did stiffen when he stroked her hair. Her eyes lowered to focus on the pot-pie in front of her, thinking to herself that it looked like something someone would find in a dollhouse. It was like a perfect, plastic food.

The question caught her off-guard though, the lady looking up at him before looking away again. "We chatted on the phone each month. It had been three weeks from when I last spoke to her when everything happened. I checked my phone, but she never tried to call me, and she never answered my calls. I tried calling her husband too, but there was... no answer." It was entirely possible that she had abandoned their phones when fleeing and finding a safe place, perhaps not knowing Sayori's phone number by heart. That was what she was hoping happened; while she knew she would never see them again, she at least comforted herself with the hope that they were safe and had been able to escape to the countryside. Their metallic pink honda was probably not the best escape vehicle, so she hoped they had taken her husband's plain black car.

She knew he was likely baiting her into continuing the conversation, but her own need to know outweighed her apprehension at what he might be leading her to. "...Why do you ask, General?"

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While Damien's eyes did widen in surprise, he didn't move to get up really, his reaction slowed by the significant amount of booze he had consumed. His bottle was half-empty, the man having been about to take another drink. He blinked for a moment and narrowed his eyes.

"It's very... rude of you to come in here when I didn't send one to you. If you're going to go to a pity party, you need to receive an invitation. When I make one, it'll have very fancy lettering; I would even use a calligraphy pen." He took a large swig of vodka, some of it sloppily dribbling out the corner of his mouth and down his chin. When he swallowed and coughed just a bit, he gestured at Vin with the bottle. "I'm just cultured like that, I suppose." With that, he wiped his chin on his arm and sighed, glancing at the hammer in Vin's hand before leaning back in the chair and letting his head lean back.

"Anyway, are you here to kill me? That might be nice. Nice of you to wait until I was drunk too. Maybe nicer than I deserve. At least you won't jerk me along like my father did. Always such a tease, pulling me up from the water just in time... Ha..." He stood up suddenly and set the bottle down on the ground, almost falling over in the process before sauntering drunkenly toward Vin with his hands outstretched to either side of him. "Well? I know you're fast. Being hammered while... being hammered. What a funny way to die. You probably want to think up a more believable story though."

He looked around and then back at Vin, "I bet you could have me out of that window in no time. I'm sure you can find someone who looks like me to lure the big man in. They'll ask what happened and you'll say that I was drunk and that I tripped. I wonder how far down it is though."

He spun around in what might almost be called a Jack Sparrow impression, stumbling to the side a bit before righting himself and walking to the window, lifting it up and sticking his head out before leaning over more. Now his torso was completely out meaning that it would only take one little lift and push for Vin to get rid of him. Damien breathed in the cool night air, simply draped over the windowsill as he waited, closing his eyes and wondering if it would feel like flying for the briefest of moments.

Though just a second later his body heaved and he vomited, coughing before he settled once more. He supposed it didn't matter whether he fell into his own vomit or not, perhaps it would even make things more believable. If he didn't die right away though, it would be a shame to have the stink of it in his nostrils as he slowly slipped away. Would a poet say that it was fitting in a way, the disgusting man passing away in an equally disgusting puddle of half-digested food chunks and vodka?

 

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Neither of the twins liked where this conversation was going, but all they could do was sit there properly and wait as Kuznet brought the last two plates out, and then took a seat, indicating that they could start eating.

"That is a shame" he said, choosing to ignore her own question for a moment as he picked up his fork and took his time chewing a bit of his meal. When he swallowed, he only furthered the heavy atmosphere by taking a sip of water, and then taking another bite of food. Cora and Quint both ate silently beside him, simply trying their best to chew as they avoided making eye contact with anyone.

"I have been informed," he finally said, his icy eyes looking down at her just when he noticed he little body becoming anxiously tense.

"That the infection rate in Japan is much higher than here in the United States, and the survival rate from bite wounds are much lower. The odds that your sister is still alive are very low."

He took another bite of carrot, his gaze neutral, and yet, almost smug as he watched her.
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The relief at having found him was short lived and quickly replaced by anger once more. Now that Vin had gotten a bit of sleep and his body wasn't so worn out and beat up, he was starting to feel that familiar rage once again. It was only fueled by the pathetic display he was seeing before him, the steely eyed man just sitting there on the ground, drunk off his ass when they needed to be ready to help find Cora. No, he wasn't here to kill him, but he would be a liar if he said he didn't feel like using that hammer on him anymore.

"At least you won't jerk me along like my father did. Always such a tease, pulling me up from the water just in time... Ha..."

"What are you going on about?"

His look of rage had momentarily changed to angry confusion by that slip, and suddenly Delvin was reminded of the last time they had gotten drunk. Hadn't Damien talked about his mother doing cruel things as well? He couldn't remember the whole conversation they had had, but he remembered him mentioning her stepping on his dog just because she enjoyed the way it hurt Damien to see it. That had been fucked enough to hear on it's own, but now the steely eyed man was implying something that Vin found quite hard to swallow.

It didn't seem like Vin was going to get an answer for that, as the next thing that happened was Damien drunkenly swaggering towards him, seemingly asking for death. Despite possibly deserving it, and his own disgust with what the tall man had done, Vin found himself simply glaring up at him with a bit of pain in his brown eyes. He didn't want to kill him. Hurt him, yes. By god, he would have loved nothing more than to simply beat him to a bloody pulp, but in that moment, Vin found himself simply feeling sorry for him.

He watched in silence as Damien made his way over to the window, every step he took looking as if he might just trip over his own feet. With a bit of reluctance, Vin sat the hammer on the little desk near the door, and then he crossed his arms with a bit of a sigh.

"I wonder how far down it is though."

"Not far enough" he said, his anger slowly being dialed back to a slow simmer as he watched the tall man lose the contents of his stomach. Jesus christ, this was just sad to watch.

Waiting until he was done, Vin strode across the room and then took a handful of Damien's shirt, yanking him back from the window a bit roughly. He drug him over to the bed and with a rough shoved to his shoulder, made him sit down.

"Pull yourself together, you look like fucking shit" he growled, making his way over to a chair, and then bringing it over. He sat it down in front of Damien and then took a seat before crossing his arms. For a long moment, he simply sat there, glaring at him before finally deciding to speak.

"I'm not going to kill you. I should, but I'm not going to."

His gaze went over to the window briefly, the light of the full moon catching his eye before he turned his attention back to Damien.

"What are you doing here man?"

It was a simple question, though it held a lot behind it's words. Vin wanted to know why he was sitting up here like a broken dog, trying to drown himself in cheap booze. Why he felt guilty at all, when he had clearly not given a shit about anyone before, otherwise he never would have hurt those women. Why he was so obsessed with Cora, and why he had...why he had pretended to be his friend. Why he had said that he wasn't pretending.

He opened his mouth to ask that last question, but then closed it. Let the tall bastard explain himself, Vin shouldn't have cared anyway.

 

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She hated it so much when he was quiet like that, and she hated that he knew it. He could use it as a tool to ramp up her anxiety and there was nothing she could do about it even if she was aware of it. Her heart rate picked up a bit and the silence started to bear down on her as she took her first bite. She had just put her fork down and was about to ask another question when he spoke, almost as though to tease her.

"I have been informed, that the infection rate in Japan is much higher than here in the United States, and the survival rate from bite wounds are much lower. The odds that your sister is still alive are very low."

Sayori stiffened, her jaw becoming a bit tense as she listened to him try to insinuate that her sister was dead. There was no way he could know for sure though, so she preferred to cling to the idea that her sister had been able to make it out in time. Intentionally relaxing her jaw and taking a slight breath out to relax herself, she kept her tone even as she replied, "it may be low, but certainly it is not impossible. She could have escaped in time. Hanako was always very resourceful."

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"Urk!" He let out a little sound of surprise as he was yanked back into the room, not having expected for Vin to grab him. Of course he assumed that he would feel a lift and push, or nothing if Vin decided he was too much trouble, but being pulled in wasn't on the list of things he thought would happen. He couldn't quite get stable enough to find his footing so he merely stumbled in the direction Vin led him, sitting down as directed. It wasn't as though his legs would have been able to hold him up for too long anyway.

"Pull yourself together, you look like fucking shit"

Damien looked down at himself and then back up, seemingly unbothered by Vin's comment. He knew he looked like shit- he felt like shit too. Maybe he was shit.

"I'm not going to kill you. I should, but I'm not going to.... What are you doing here man?"

"Oh..." he said softly, a bit of disappointment in his tone before he sighed and wiped his mouth. He wasn't sure what Vin meant when he asked what he was doing here. Did he mean that he wanted him to leave the base, or was he asking why he hadn't taken care of himself? Or perhaps he was just asking why he wasn't in bed, that seeming like the most plausible thing.

His shoulders slumped a bit and he leaned forward, resting his head on his hands with his elbows on his legs. "I had a dream about her... I don't dream, but I dreamed tonight. We were back in her apartment and we held each other and then she said that she was in pain and I woke up. I... can't stand it. I can't stand waiting while she's out there somewhere, suffering. She doesn't deserve it... I should have been more careful, I should have gone with her but she said she could go alone. I didn't want to be controlling, I wanted..." He sighed and straightened up with a weary look, scooting back and laying down on the bed to look at the ceiling before turning his head toward Vin.

"It doesn't matter what I wanted." The steely-eyed man was quiet for a moment before continuing in a quiet tone. "Why am I telling you this? You're not my friend. You can speak candidly with me now we're alone- no need to pretend for anyone. I... enjoyed traveling with you though. I wish we could have been friends- I haven't had a friend since Toby. But... I don't deserve friends, you know." A bitter smile came to his face and he shook his head. "There I go feeling sorry for myself again when I don't have the right. Go back to bed, Vin. Leave me alone. I'm not going anywhere."