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Chapter 4
Christine lay face down on her bed seriously contemplating whether she could kill herself. It was the only obvious way out. The only way she could be delivered from this unbearable hell. Alone, she cried softly to herself, thinking back through the events of this traumatic day and hoping that they could be forgotten. But she knew that they would return to her in nightmares for the rest of her life.
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“So you have a choice,” Miss Red explained to Rubber as she hung from the ceiling by her wrists, “your shoulders or your cunt?” The girls had finished eating dinner and were peering around the corner of the cell’s door to watch whatever it was that Miss Red had decided for Rubber’s night in the cell.
‘Of all the bad luck…’ Christine thought, ‘to pull the short straw for the second time in three days.’
“I make it about ten hours till morning,” the sour-faced mistress checked her wristwatch, “Now you can spend all night dangling there, popping your shoulders and standing on those cute little toes of yours, or you can rest a while on my little friend and further destroy that nasty hole of yours.”
The “little friend” in question was the scariest dildo Christine had ever seen in her life. It stood upon a stand immediately in front of Rubber’s dangling form. It was shaped like a pawn piece from a chess board and stood twelve inches tall. Its swollen head sat atop it like a helmet and then it cut away before increasing further and further in girth toward the base. At its widest point toward the base the dildo must have been five inches across, and a still scary three at its narrowest point just below its head.
Rubber’s feet just touched the ground as she hung in front of the stand, her shoulders already straining. It was just a matter of time before the poor girl would be forced to make the terrible decision to mount the bestial dildo in order to relieve her toes and shoulders.
“Would you like a hand slut?” Miss Red asked horribly.
“Oo isress!” Rubber moaned from her ring gag.
“Well since you asked nicely,” Miss Red grabbed the rubber-clad girl about the waist and placed the dildo stand immediately beneath Rubber’s vaginal entrance. The enormous invader nestled in Rubber’s shaven labia, its ridiculous head prodding at the bound girl. Rubber pulled herself up by the wrists, anxious to avoid the ridiculously huge object.
“It’s only a matter of time slut. You can’t stay up there all night, eventually you’re going to have to sit on that and when you do your weight will gradually force its way into you. You think we’ve stretched you before? Just wait until you’ve spent a few hours sliding down that monster. When I come back and check in the morning I’m betting you’ll be torn beyond repair!” The harridan cackled evilly.
“Everyone, say goodnight to Rubber.”
Miss Red was the last to leave the room, closing the steel door behind her with an ominous finality leaving Rubber locked away with her doom.
She turned to the remaining girls, “Shoo shoo, before I decide to have some more fun with one of you.”
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Christine closed her eyes, feeling tears roll out of her swollen eyes. She’d never cried so much in her life as she’d cried today, and she expected more to come in the morning.
She couldn’t bear it. There was no way out except one.
But how would she do it? No pills, nothing to turn into rope, nothing sharp… She’d have to think. But could she really do it? Did she truly have the courage? If, somehow, she found a way to put an end to it all, would she really be able to do it? Were things really that bad?
How bad could it possibly get?
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“Now this is what I’m talking about. Arms out Lollie.” Mister White ordered. “See this?” He held aloft a blue romper suit with an infantile waist line, red piping and broad circular collar. Matching bloomers were also produced and pushed into Christine’s waiting arms. Mister White was like a child in a candy shop, next he pulled out a range of footwear before he finally settled on a pair of oversized blue baby booties. Christine’s heart sank as he made each additional selection. “Yes, I think that will go nicely,” he added a pacifier to the collection of clothes in Christine’s arms. A cloth diaper and pair of old fashioned rubber pants came next, “and the piece de résistance,” he said with a flourish and a baby bonnet in hand, neatly placing the frilled bonnet upon the babyish pile of garments.
“Here, put those down for a moment and let me show you something really special. Here, sit down,” Mister White had Christine perch on the edge of the wardrobe and he extracted the bloomers from the pile. “Legs,” he instructed and Christine offered each of her legs in turn as Mister White quickly pulled the bloomers up her legs and over her bulging diaper. Christine, terrified at receiving any further torture at the hands of the hideous man followed his every instruction to the letter. The bloomers were soon seated properly and he instructed her to bend her legs at the knee. Christine noticed two thick bands on each leg, one above the knee and the other below, she also saw a sturdy buckle connecting the two bands behind her knee.
Mister White quickly tightened the two bands and then the linking strap, this had the effect of preventing Christine from straightening her leg past 140 degrees. “You see, isn’t that clever?” He said with deep amusement.
“Yes Daddy,” she replied quietly as she realised that this arrangement would ensure she wouldn’t be able to stand, and that when she donned this babyish costume tomorrow morning she’d be relegated to crawling.
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Her drenched diaper squelched between her legs and she felt the new and larger catheter lodged uncomfortably inside her. Every moment it remained in her was another moment it worked at stretching her bladder muscles – gradually rendering her incontinent. She imagined what tomorrow would bring, dressed in the baby romper and bonnet, sucking on the pacifier and forced to crawl about for the amusement of the masters. The impending humiliation was almost more than she could bare.
But worst of all was the lingering pain she still felt – even though several hours had passed since her ordeal.
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Christine and Rubber reported to Mister White in the playroom as they’d been ordered to at the morning’s inspection.
“Ah Lolita… Rubber, how very good of you to join me.
“Now why don’t you come over here? Lolita, kneel on that chair and bend over the back. And you – get on your knees.” He pushed Rubber to her knees as Christine climbed onto the large wooden chair. Mister White then hauled Christine bodily over the back of the chair and locked her wrists to the back legs of the chair. This arrangement left her half over the back of the chair with her bottom dangerously exposed and pointing directly at Mister White.
While Christine knelt on the hard chair waiting for the spanking he’d promised her, Mister White fed his flaccid, wrinkly penis into Rubber’s ring gag, “Now we’re going to play a little game. While this slut pleasures me with the only one of her holes that can still actually give a man pleasure, I’m going to spank you. Do you understand?” He told Christine matter-of-factly.
“Yes sir.”
“No,” he instructed, “Not sir, not any more Lolita. You will call me Daddy from now on.” He said lecherously.
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With her head buried in her pillow, Christine felt physically ill as she remembered being forced to call him “Daddy”. The visceral reaction she’d had to his incestuous overtones had been palpable. What sort of psychopath actually fantasised about that sort of stuff? Every fibre in her being was repulsed at the very thought of her own father in a sexual context – and yet Mister White relished exactly that type of relationship.
Rubber on the dildo, the baby clothes, having to call him “Daddy” – she felt sick to her stomach …
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“Yes si… I’m mean – Yes Daddy” She cringed as she followed his perverse request. He took his time surveying Christine’s prostrate form as he enjoyed Rubber’s tongue on his hardening penis. He ran his hands down Christine’s flanks, fingering the satin bows and frills adorning her polka dot dress.
“Tomorrow, you’ll dress more appropriately won’t you little one?” He told her with his gravely voice. “This is good, but not infantile enough for me. I want to see you get out some of those bloomers of yours, maybe a nice little romper, some baby booties maybe… Hmmm… Perhaps…” His suggestions trailed off as he day-dreamed some kinky fantasy, undoubtedly involving her. Meanwhile Rubber slurped on his slowly stiffening member.
“But where were we?” He asked rhetorically, “Ah yes, the spanking.” His hands roamed over Christine’s supine form, now rubbing over her almost non-existent breasts. She hated his every lewd touch, his hands felt clammy and sweaty as the pawed at her thighs and then unlocked the chain holding up her pants and diaper.
“You’re even wetter now aren’t you little Lollie?” He waited for an answer but Christine offered none back. That had been the superficial reason that he’d ordered this punishment for; during inspection he’d felt her up to “discover” a wet diaper. She railed at the injustice of it all, would she face this sort of punishment everyday because of the condition they’d imposed on her? Were all her days from now on to start off with a spanking or a strapping? How long before she had a bottom that looked the same as School’s – bruised, bleeding and battered?
“Answer me!” He roared suddenly. Christine jumped in fright.
“Yes Daddy.” She said quickly, hoping to avoid his temper.
“Good. Next time I expect your answers promptly.”
“Yes Daddy.” She said quietly, hating the very sound of the word coming out of her mouth.
“Now, only naughty girls wet themselves, isn’t that right?”
“Yes Daddy.” Afraid to disagree with the tyrant, Christine just wanted to get this terrible ordeal over.
“And what happens to naughty girls?” He asked.
Christine wondered what he wanted to hear, “I don’t know sir.” She said gingerly and immediately Mister White’s hand struck her exposed bottom firmly, his heavy hand leaving a clear red imprint on Christine’s pale and delicate skin.
“Ow!” she squealed.
“You will address me properly!” He growled.
“Sorry Daddy, I won’t do it again, I promise.”
“Now, I will ask again: what happens to naughty little girls?” He asked again.
“I don’t know Daddy.” She repeated, this time using the proper honorific.
“This happens,” and his open hand swung and struck her bottom again, and again. “They get spanked on their naughty little bottoms.” Christine cried out as Mister White lashed her soft white bottom with his varicose vein covered hand. He quickly layered his blows from one side of her bottom to the other, causing her entire rear end to adopt a cheery red glow. All the while poor Rubber knelt between the older man’s legs, her mouth working diligently on his ever hardening rod.
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Even now her bottom still ached from the spanking. Although no permanent marks had been left, nevertheless his hand had been hard and unremitting. She ran her own hand over her diapered bottom, remembering the ache and heat that his savage belting had given her pristine alabaster bottom.
If only that had been all he’d given her to cry about.
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Mister White paused temporarily, “Now isn’t Miss Bum Bum nice and red?” Christine looked over her shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of her newly thrashed bottom. Mister White began running his hands over her supple flesh, “Hmmm, nice and soft,” he began kneading her already stinging buttocks.
“Please?” She asked quietly.
“Please what?” He snapped back.
“Please stop Daddy, I’ve had enough.” In response he pushed her head back down over the chair and swung another half a dozen heavy blows into her. Christine yelped in shock.
“That’s another thing Lollie; I don’t want to ever hear you refer to yourself as ‘I’. Around me you will only ever call yourself ‘Lollie’. Is that clear?” He reinforced his question with a final spank.
“Yes Daddy.” She squirmed.
“Let me hear you say it.” He told her.
“Yes Daddy, Lollie understands.”
Christine sniffled as Mister White resumed kneading and massaging her bottom. He pulled on the reddened flesh, mauling it in his firm hands and prising apart her bottom cheeks to expose her sphincter. Then he paused, leant forward, and dropped a string of spit directly on the puckered muscle. The saliva immediately reacted with the residue chilli that had remained as a consequence of her night in the cell and Christine cringed as she felt its renewed slow burn.
“Good Lollie,” Mister White said soothingly, “Now Uncle Black told me that you got hurted last night, why don’t you tell Daddy all about it.”
Christine swallowed back her pride and thought quickly: submit, that’s all you can do, don’t provoke him, give him what he wants, and what he wants is for you to act like a child, do it now! Submit or suffer!
“Unky Black,” she improvised, using the most infantile language she could imagine, “put something hot in my bottom.” She explained slowly, hoping her response was adequate.
His hands roamed her buttocks as he corrected her again, “Not bottom, ‘Miss Bum Bum’ – now say it again.”
“Unky Black put something hot in Miss Bum Bum,” she repeated back.
“And did it hurt little Lollie?” He asked smoothly as he again parted her cheeks, his finger delicately brushing over the tightened muscle of her aching anus.
“Yes Daddy, it hurt Lollie a lot,” she said carefully, dreading his every move and fearing his unspecified intentions.
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She still felt the slow chilli burn – subsiding now – but still present. Just another ache and pain to add to the litany of horrors she’d encountered. As she sobbed and contemplated her possible futures she imagined a set of scales. One side of the scale she weighed up her will to live, her desire to go on and maybe one day escape, be away from this place and try to resume some semblance of a normal life. On the other side of the scale sat an ever increasing pile of weights, each representing a new hurt or torment inflicted on her: the daily enemas, her forced catheterisation, the childish clothes, the chilli in her bottom, her night in the cell, the spanking from “Daddy”, Rubber forced onto the colossal dildo… and the worst of all.
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“Maybe Daddy should try and ease the pain a little,” he said as he dropped another line of spittle directly on her sphincter. “Yes, does that feel better Lollie?” He asked.
Christine shivered in fear, not knowing how to answer. Of course it didn’t feel any better! She’d almost been able to ignore the residual burn until he’d deposited his spit on her, now the slow burn had flared back to life with his crude attentions. But she couldn’t possibly give him the satisfaction of knowing that, “Yes Daddy, it feels better,” she lied through clenched teeth.
His finger began lightly prodding the tightened muscle and spreading the spit about its surface. She let the smallest whimper past her lips as he dipped his finger up to the first knuckle. Her anus burnt terribly in fresh acidic pain! His finger renewed every aspect of the fearsome anguish she’d endured throughout the night.
Mister White pulled himself out of Rubber’s mouth, his aged penis rock hard and exhibiting every veined bend and kink throughout its short but thick length. He pushed Rubber to one side and stepped in closer behind Christine’s bound form.
“No!” She screamed as she realised what was about to happen, “No! Please, No!” Her brain snapped as the full significance of his intent fell on her. “Daddy, please don’t, I beg you!” She screamed.
Mister White, evil lust in his eyes, placed the head of his penis against the spit covered pucker of Christine’s bottom.
“Beg me what Lollie?” He asked kindly, still acting his part in spite of the terrible evil that he was about to inflict on the girl.
Christine used her words carefully, “Please don’t hurt Miss Bum Bum anymore! Daddy, please?” She pled.
Her cries fell on deaf ears as Mister White rolled a condom down the length of his knobbly penis to protect himself from whatever remnants of the chilli were left in Christine’s bowels. Her cries for mercy became more and more wretched as he fed the head of his latex coated cock into her burning anus.
Christine screamed in agony as she felt herself split open. Mister White’s penis was simply the fattest object ever to have entered her behind and to add to that anguish was the searing heat from the chilli. She mewled in misery as Mister White sank the full length of his stubby cock into her suffering rectum.
Only a day and a half ago Christine would never have even contemplated anal sex, it was something so distasteful in concept that even the mere thought of it caused her to recoil in horror. With Mister White’s wrinkled cock in her burning arsehole she sank to the nadir of her desolation.
Pain mingled in with humiliation as she screamed with pure suffering. The thickness of the sadist’s prick was multiplied by the scorching burn from the chilli and the combination resulted in the most intense pain imaginable. Adding to her burden was the extreme humiliation she felt, clad in an infantile polka dot dress with frilly panties, plastic pants and diaper around her ankles. Together with the huge cock in her bottom she felt feeble, helpless and objectified.
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As she remembered the feeling of Mister White’s twisted penis driving deeper and deeper into her shameful hole, Christine came to understand that she was no longer a person. As far as these perverts were concerned she had no feelings and no thoughts. She merely existed for their pleasure and amusement. They didn’t see a young clever girl full of potential and vitality – they saw a human plaything, an object to use and abuse as they saw fit. With this revelation she finally came to understand the sheer scale of her circumstances. She couldn’t expect mercy, empathy or sympathy. All she could expect from the future was suffering.
She now knew she’d made a terrible mistake by making clear her disdain for anal penetration. Clearly the masters had decided to hone in on that particular hatred of hers and there was very little she could do about it. Misters Green, Black and White had all taken advantage of the one orifice in her body she felt the most ashamed of. And she dreaded what Miss Red would do when she got the opportunity.
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Mister White grunted and groaned as his cock sawed into and out of her inflamed and agony filled anus. Every single tiny millimetre of her taut and burning sphincter screamed in the most excruciating pain as Mister White’s ancient and gnarled cock filled her bottom.
Mister White on the other hand was enjoying every one of Christine’s squeals and screams. In particular he enjoyed the marvellous feeling of Christine’s tight and almost-virgin anus clenching around his thick cock every time she hollered out in agony. The girl may have hated every moment of her ordeal but her tightly clenched bottom imparted the most wonderful feeling of warmth and supple strength he could imagine.
With an orgasm pending he imagined this strangely attractive tiny-titted strawberry blonde wearing a one piece pyjama outfit and hugging a teddy bear as his semen oozed out of her torn and bleeding rectum into her sopping diaper. The vision finally drove him over the edge as he shot his thick and mucousy load into Christine’s tortured anus.
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She thought through all the terrible things she’d seen since her imprisonment: School’s mince meat bottom and caned genitals; a sweat drenched Rubber and the agonising effects of her horrific boots; and possibly the worst of all, her glimpse of Pain’s clitoris and labia, rubbed red raw and purple. Could she eventually imagine herself being similarly permanently affected. How would she cope after several weeks here in this hell hole? This thought led her on to imagining herself in two or three month’s time: sitting in a corner wearing a ridiculously childish dress and soaked diaper, her anus distended and aching from repeated rapes. Was that all she had to look forward to?
Christine cried louder again as all these thoughts and more surged through her mind.
She imagined poor Rubber struggling in vain to keep her poor vagina off the ridiculously enormous dildo. Christine wondered what would happen when she finally gave up the fight. How long would it take for the poor girl’s weight to eventually overcome the pliant flesh between her legs? The dildo was the size of a baby’s head! Being forced onto that would be like giving birth, only in reverse!
The horror simply overwhelmed her and she did the only thing that she could, she sobbed uncontrollably into her pillow. She had to do something to make it all end.
“Lolita?” Pain called from the doorway, “Are you all right? You’ve been crying for ages.” The blonde had stripped off her torture clothing, including the new shoes that she had been forced to hobble about in all day.
“No, it’s too horrible; I can’t take it any more!” She wailed from her bed. Pain sat down cautiously next to her.
“Come on, its not all bad, at least you’re not in the cell tonight,” Pain said kindly.
“No!” Christine sat up, her bleary eyes running rivers of tears down her cheeks, “Poor Rubber! It’s horrible what they’re doing to her, she’ll be permanently crippled! That thing will kill her! Why can’t we do something?”
“Hey, hey,” Pain repeated over and over again as she grasped Christine gently by the shoulders, “hey now, calm, deep breaths. Calm down. It’s okay… okay, that’s it, breathe,” Christine slowed her breathing, her hysteria unwinding back to mere misery, “Look Lolita, its not as bad as it seems, Miss Red likes to talk it up but in reality Rubber won’t really be hurt, well not permanently anyway.”
“But that thing’s so huge!” Christine moaned.
“Yes, and Rubber’s spent the last three years walking around with a pair of rather big inflatables stuck up her. It’s not like she’s unused to accommodating a bit down there.”
“Pain, you can’t say that, that’s horrid!”
“But it’s true.” Pain said matter-of-factly, “And I’d be careful leaving your purse lying around, Rubber might sit on it and you’ll never see it again.”
Christine gasped at Pain’s supposedly mean-spirited words before quickly realising the girl was joking. Christine punched Pain’s arm dismissively, “that’s not funny,” she said still sniffling but with the hint of a smile on her face.
“Not if you lose your purse it’s not,” Pain kept on, Christine couldn’t help herself and she burst freely into laughter. Pain’s joke, even though it was delivered in the worst of bad taste, was exactly the right thing to say to take Christine’s mind off the terrible ordeals she had encountered throughout the day. Soon the two girls had even forgotten what they were laughing at, but continued laughing because the other seemingly couldn’t stop herself. One would stop herself for a moment and attempt to reclaim some semblance of control only to look at the other and burst out laughing all over again.
“Come on; let’s get you out of that stuff.” Pain sighed breathlessly after their laughter reluctantly subsumed. Christine nodded and let Pain help her take off her frilly little-girl clothing.
“So she’ll be alright then?” Christine asked as Pain undid the big red satin bow around her waist.
“She should be, look I’m sure it will hurt plenty but its not the first time they’ve done something like this to her, and it won’t be the last. I don’t envy her, but then again I didn’t envy you last night either, and I’m sure you won’t envy me next time it’s my turn. It’s all par for the course, we all have to endure it, it’s just how we manage ourselves and our expectations that matters.”
Christine thought about Pain’s words, “I don’t get what you mean.”
“Well there are things we can change and things we can’t, right? So, I don’t worry about the things I can’t change. Like I’m not going to get out of here any time soon. So I just focus on what I can control. Like I know that if I refuse a suggestion they’ll find a way to make me do what they want, and they’ll make it nastier. So I choose to do what they want. That way it’s not so bad. It might not seem like much, but at least I have some control. It makes a big difference.”
“That just seems like giving in.” Christine said suspiciously.
“Not really; and surely resisting is even worse, right? Look at last night as an example. You tried to avoid what they wanted you to do and so they just made it worse. Case in point.” Pain lifted the polka dot dress over Christine’s head leaving the girl in her frilled panties, diaper, shoes and socks.
“You want me to get those?” Pain pointed to Christine’s feet. Remembering how she’d helped the blonde dress this morning she figured that now was as good an opportunity to have the favour repaid.
“Sure.”
Pain began unbuckling the patent leather shoes and kept on talking, “So you feeling any better now?”
“Huh?”
“I mean after today, I’m guessing Mister White didn’t exactly want to play tiddly winks with you and Rubber downstairs.”
Christine shivered at the memory of Mister White’s stubby old cock buried in her burning bottom. The burn from the chilli was still there, but well and truly less potent than it had been last night or this afternoon. She guessed that much of the residue oil had been displaced by Mister White’s latex coated cock. ‘Thank the lord for small mercies,’ she prayed to herself.
“It was horrible,” Christine offered, “I’d rather not talk about it. What about you and those new shoes?”
“Oh god they hurt! It’s like walking on gravel all day, was I ever glad to get those fuckers off!” Pain swore again and Christine winced.
“Sorry, I have a bit of a sewer mouth,” the blonde blushed slightly. “All done,” she pulled the last frilled sock off Christine’s foot. “Where do you want these?” She indicated the shoes.
“In the cupboard please.” Christine answered.
“What the hell is this?” Pain asked on opening the cupboard.
“That is Master White’s idea of ‘appropriate clothing’ for tomorrow.” And Christine explained how Mister White had hand picked her outfit after she’d been raped.
“Shit. He’s gone all out.”
“It gets worse,” Christine added, “look there,” she pointed at the bloomers. Pain picked them up and immediately felt the spot that Christine indicated how the two immobilising cuffs would effectively hamstring her.
“I don’t get it,” Pain said curiously.
“Neither did I until he made me try them on. That cuff goes here, right?” She pointed at a point a couple of inches above her knee, “and that one goes here, below the knee, and that little strip stops me from straightening my leg.”
“Why –“Pain started to ask.
“It means I can’t stand up, I have to crawl.”
“Oh.” Was all Pain could say.
A few minutes later she added, “Well that’s sure to stuff up your day.”
“Yeah,” Christine had already had several hours to get used to the concept. “But no more than those shoes of yours.” She replied in kind.
“Shut up!” Pain feigned outrage and pushed Christine lightly on the breastbone. Christine pushed mockingly back and suddenly push came to shove and soon the two fell to the ground laughing and wrestling. The larger girl eventually pinioned Christine to the ground.
“Enough!” Christine tapped out.
“Okay, okay.” Pain laughed, and began to push herself up and off Christine. As she did so her face came uncommonly close to Christine’s. In a brief moment, Christine saw something in Pain’s eyes that she’d missed before… warmth and kindness… and something more. Pain leant forward and kissed Christine’s surprised lips.
In shock she kept her mouth closed, but she didn’t pull back either. Moments later Pain quickly pulled away, obviously embarrassed.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry. Look, I didn’t mean to okay…”
“I don’t know what to say…”
“Don’t say anything, I’ll just leave.” A mortified Pain suggested.
“I think that would be a good idea.” Christine said carefully.
The two stood several feet apart, Pain looking exceptionally sheepish and Christine feeling confused and not a little shocked.
Suddenly a buzzer sounded throughout the room, “Curfew!” Pain said quickly before retreating back to her own room. Moments later the huge steel door to Christine’s room swung shut locking her in for the night.
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