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By the way, I made something for you guys~
Your hand stops as you bring it to the hinge in the sliding door. Why are you afraid? She can't hurt you like this. She shouldn't even be able to move, right? So why are you trembling? Is it because you didn't tell anybody you were coming here? Or that she might somehow break free from her restraints? No, you've made up your mind. You need to see her. Get answers. Maybe even... No, you push that though aside as you slide open the door and enter, closing it behind you.
The room is poorly lit. There are no windows, and the only light comes from two torches on the wall. But the most important thing is what's in this room. Chained to the far wall by her wrists and ankles is Yuka. Her binding is so short she can't move at all. Her head is hung down, leaving you unable to tell if she's awake or not. Her hair is matted with blood, and the floor below her has been stained a dark brown. That's to say nothing of her clothes. Her once white shirt is now entirely red. You gulp. Are you really ready for this? No, you can't doubt yourself. Not now. You need to do what you came here to do. You take a step forward and Yuka's head snaps up.
It's sickening. Her face is caked with dried blood and it's almost... off-kilter at the side where Renko hit her. Despite this, she's grinning. That disgusting grin you've seen so many times. It makes you want to be sick. More than anything over the last few days, this makes you want to be sick.
"What is it, little one~?"
No, that voice is just as bad. Always sounding like a taunt. It's terrible. You want to leave, run away, run back to your room and sleep and dream about Yukari and go back to how things used to be and-
No, you forcibly shake the thoughts out of your head and take another step forward, and another, and another, as Yuka watches on with that disgusting amused grin until you're close enough that she could grab you if she broke through her chains. You have to be calm, don't show her how scared you are, how if she shouted right now you would scream and faint.
"Why...?"
That's the question you need to ask. That's why you came here. That's what you absolutely must know.
"That's too vague, little one~"
But she mocks you.
"Why..." You can't stop the tears. You need to be strong, you need to be calm, but being here like this just makes you think of why you're here and Renko and oh god is she alright you should be with her right now not here with this monster- "Why... are you doing this?"
"That's simple~" She always has to taunt you. "You're just so fun to play with~"
A snap, and a clatter. She's on top of you. This should be impossible, in her condition there's no way she could break free. But she has, and she's on top of you. You can feel her warmth, see her face right in front of yours, that sickening grin. Her hands holding yours down, her legs keeping you pinned. And then, she draws in and kisses you.
It's disgusting. A violation. This isn't what a kiss should be. It feels like a worm probing it's way around your mouth. You want to be sick. No, you want to wake up. This is all a dream, you feel asleep watching Renko and you'll just wake up and she'll be right there and she'll be alright and you can forget about all this and-
It doesn't go away. You're trapped. You're trapped in here with this monster, this monster who's now free and you can't do anything. No, you were prepared for this. You won't let it happen again. You bite down, hard. As hard as you can. This won't do anything but you need to at least get her off you. Yuka lets out a mumbled cry and you push her back, hand slipping into your pocket to pull out the knife and- slap. She hits you across the face. It hurts. It hurts it hurts it hurts. You drop the knife as you fall to the ground. She slams you down, not even letting you fall by yourself. And then- pain shoots through your arm from your hand. You look to your right. The knife. Yuka's jammed it into your hand, through it and into the floor. You try to scream but Yuka pushes her mouth back onto yours before you can. It's horrible. You're defeated. She slides her hand across your leg, moving to undo the button on your jeans. It's happening again, and this time there's nobody to save you. You're alone, and you're going to be raped. No! Nononononononononothiscanthappenwhyisthishappeningwhatdidyoudowhywhywhy
The worm shifts.
It's different this time. The pounding is there. The sickness is there. It's all there, but you don't feel it. Is it because your fear is stronger? You don't call a gap. A gap would be useless like this. You need to be strong. Strong enough to push her off. Strong enough to hurt her. Strong enough to get away. Strong enough to take revenge. Strong enough to get help. Strong enough to make her feel pain.
This isn't you. You're just a scared, weak little girl. That's why this isn't you. But that's good. Because you would never be able to do what you're about to do to her.
You pull your head back as far as you can, and slam it into Yuka's face. A crack. You can see it now, where Renko's bullet split her head. Blood flows out. It pours across Yuka's head. It drips onto your own. She roars in pain as you push her off. With your left hand, you grab the knife. You pull it out. It hurts. It hurts so much. But the pain doesn't matter anymore. You need to hurt her. She deserves it. An eye for an eye. No, more than that. You want revenge.
You move on top of her. Her grin is gone. That makes you happy. You take the knife and thrust downwards. Into her chest, her stomach, her arms. You attack so many times you can't even count anymore. She tries to push you off but you slap her. The pain in her head is too great. She can't think, she can't move. But you're not done yet. You want her to hurt more. Feel more pain. So you leave the knife inside her and move back, lifting her dress. Her expression is that of horror. Beneath all the blood and wrongly-angled face, you can see her fear. That's good. That's what you want to see. But you're just getting started. You tear off her panties. Her thighs are already covered with the blood flowing from the rest of her. But it's not enough. It's there. Your target. This is an attack she would never have known. That's why she's scared. So you make your attack. Your fingers thrust in, with no regard for being gentle. She screams. You're not done yet. You don't want her to feel pleasure from this. You scratch. With your nails inside her, you scratch. Blood starts to pour out. You're not done yet. You tighten your fingers into a ball and push. There's resistance. Your fist is too large to fit in there, but you don't care. You push, and it gives way. A tear in her skin. She moans with pain. She doesn't have the power to scream. You push it in, further and further, trying to hurt her as much as possible. No, you have a better idea. You take your hand out, but you're not done yet.
You pull the knife out of her stomach and thrust it inwards to the delightful sound of her screams. You twist it, turn it, rotate it, thrust it, again and again. It's almost like sex. You fuck her with your knife, over and over, long after she stops making any sounds. It's boring now. There's no entertainment if she doesn't respond. You give up, and sit on her chest.
She's still alive. The stubborn bitch just won't die. It's faint, but she's breathing. Her head turned to the side, drool and blood dripping from her mouth, eyes glazed over and lifeless. But it's not enough. You put your hands to her neck. You dig in with your nails. You push as hard as you can. It's tough, but she gives way. Your fingers enter her neck and you clasp your hands together inside her, before pulling them out. You tear chunks from her neck, whatever blood was left now spraying out across the room and onto you. It was just like with that man. As you look, she slowly stops breathing. You stand, and begin to laugh. There's no going back now. The worm continues to twist. You're a monster now, just like her. Your second kill.
"You really did teach me well, Yuka."
