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I want Mori to beat me up and force me to lick her belly button clean!

“Sorry sir, but we’ve been trying to reach you by phone and you haven’t been answering, so they suggested a wellness check.” He notices your confusion and continues.

“We were originally called by the people across the street.” He points with his thumb to the house behind him. You're not particularly surprised. “ They saw you collapse in your doorway and didn’t know what to do. EMTs arrived, and at first it seemed like you were just intoxicated but, you kept asking about your sisters. The commotion brought your mother down here and she realized the absence of the girls too.”

“Where’s my mom now?”

“She’s at the police station, she is, well, was being questioned about where her daughters went and what’s happened this morning and afternoon.” His expression changes to a more somber one. Your head starts to hurt.

“After that, we contacted the school and from there, the bus service...they had been dropped off at their normal stop.”

“A-And?” Here it comes again. Your hand holding the door knob starts to shake. The police officer looks down and takes his hat off. You finally oblige your instincts and slam the door in his face the second he starts talking about unsolved child murders going as far back as the late eighties. You try to take off running up stairs but your knee keeps buckling and your headache has only gotten worse. The officer just opens the front door again and finds you curled up on the floor next to your bed weeping. He only leaves when you compose yourself enough to convincingly tell him you're not gonna hurt yourself. Your mom doesn’t come home that night, or the next morning, or the afternoon following that. You only really become more aware of your surroundings when Button starts meowing and pawing at your hand. Oh, at least you’ve still got Button. And, as much as you want to sit and waste away, you don’t want him doing the same. Forcing yourself up, you carefully limp downstairs into the kitchen to look for his food.

You don’t find anything, but you resolve yourself to go out and buy some. He’s all you have left, and you’re gonna make sure he’s gonna be okay, even if it seems right now that everything is against you. The walk to the closest store that sells cat food leaves you exhausted, even though it wasn’t particularly far. So much so that you have to take a breather on a bench on the way back, sitting down with your eyes closed and pockets full of tins of cat food. God, you’re so tired.

You feel the bench shift as someone sits down next to you.

“Rough times for you, man?” That voice. Is that, what’s her name...Calli?

“Mhmm.” You keep your eyes closed

“How are you still going? I mean, you’ve lost basically everything, dude.” She asks. It’s a really personal question, delivered suddenly and not in a particularly tactful manner, but you still decide to oblige her. You don’t particularly care anymore.

“It’s...uh, my-my cat?”

“Huh? Your-Your cat?”

“Yeah, I know it sounds kinda dumb but...I dunno, I love Button to death, and as long as I’ve still got him...I guess I’ve still got something to live for, you know?”

“Hmmmm. Yeah, okay. Thanks, man!” You feel the bench shift as she stands up again. You open your eyes to see her but...she’s gone? You look around and don’t see her anywhere. You get the feeling you really should have asked what kind of hallucinations you were gonna be seeing when you were first in the hospital. Finally making it back home, you unlock your door and head inside, eager to feed Button. The jingling of his collar echoes down the hall, but it sounds different, somehow. You call out to him, but something different rounds the corner into your view.

Silky locks of pink hair, pink eyes so intense they almost seem red, fingers with nails painted a glossy black, a tattered cape billowing in wind you can’t feel. It all finally clicks into place for you and you remember when you had first seen her. It wasn’t at the hospital.

After a very long road trip, your car would prove to have endured too much punishment. Frustrated, you’ve called a stop to its functions after a stream of white smoke began to leak out the engine. You stop next to a house after a few strongly worded exclamations, and step outside to check the engine. After assessing the damage, you walked up to the nearest house and knocked on the door while praying for someone to be home so you wouldn't have to call a mechanic.

After a moment, a young, pink-haired girl slowly opens the front door. Looking curiously at you, she immediately asked as to why you were knocking.

As soon as you saw the girl standing in front of you, instinctively, you froze for a moment, as she was stunningly cute and looked hotter than anything you had laid your eyes on for a long time. The height difference, her gaze and her voluptuous chest all seemed to add up to her innocent, cute aura, which to you was beyond extremely attractive.

After a few seconds of checking her out, you spoke. "Um, hello, miss...my car just broke down here and I was wondering if you might have any tools that I can use to fix it."

Her eyes darted to the direction of the car, and her eyes widened as she saw the broken-down mess. ”Oh golly, that is a mess right there,” she exclaimed. “I think I might have something leftover in the attic from my dad, you should go look.” She walked back inside, and motioned for you to follow suit.

You follow her immediately, closing the door behind you and admiring the house for a short while before your eyes darted back at her.

She turned around, and asked you, “So do you know what you need, uh.. what’s your name?”

"Ah, I’m Anon, and I might just need to see what you got, if that's ok with you." You put your hands inside the comfortable pockets of your jacket.

"Ah, okay, Anon. I'm Calliope, but you can just call me Calli." She smiled and led you through the hallways, and to the back of the house, where the stairway to the attic was. "Just follow me, this is the attic." She continued to lead you through the doors and into a rather dry and warm room, with boxes of stored items from many years ago lining the walls and taking up floor space, and various bags filled with old pillows "I believe there'll be some tools in one of these boxes, probably by my dad's things that are behind that old bed mattress."

You follow her until arriving at the room, and for no apparent reason, the warm, cozy setting of it gave you an idea, or rather an instinct, that you were sure you couldn't ignore. Maybe the fact that something like that had never happened to you influenced your inability to fight it. Regardless, instead of going for the mattress, you went for the door and closed it, locking it, then turning around to face her "You know...now that I think about it, those tools aren't the only thing dragging my attention here..." You say, looking at her up and down slowly, trailing your eyes over her body as you spoke in an equally slow, deep tone, different to how you had spoken until now.

Calli felt extremely confused by you and your tone, feeling very flustered as you began speaking slower whilst eyeing her oddly. Never being in a situation like this before, she could only stammer a small response to you, as her mind couldn't understand this behavior. "W-w-well... it's kin-kinda boring... h-here.." She sighed and tried to avoid eye contact by looking at the boxes.

You stepped closer to her, your eyes now gazing into hers intently, with hints of lust that cleared up what you wanted, signs that someone like Calli could be unable to pick up, which would make your following actions more shocking.

Clearly aroused by her shy tone, you placed your hands on her hips and brought her closer to you, her chest now touching your jacket, and whispered "We can fix that...at least for a while. Don't you think?" You said the last part, looking down her cleavage, enticed by her well-endowed chest.

Not liking how this encounter has begun to delve into a more sexual course, Calli’s brain began to panic even more as she tried to decide what she should do. She looked up at you, now noticing that you were trying to peep at her breasts, backing away slowly. "P-please... be reasonable here..." Calli began slowly backing away, trying to exit slowly.

You smirk as you see her visibly panic, moving forward with her as she tries to back away, pinning her against the wall with both arms pressed against it, next to both sides of her head. Even though your behavior showed that you enjoyed her fear, your mind was telling a whole different story which leaked into your words "Don't worry… I'll be quick, then get out of here and we can go on with our lives. I'll do what I can for you to enjoy it too..."