“Fuuuck,” A small orange-haired girl mumbled as she uncontrollably stumbled forward, leaning too far to recover her posture, resulting in her tumbling on top of a larger male figure.

Distorted rays of light pierced into Chloe’s orb as she squinted in pain, a giggle erupting from behind the girl, causing her to whip her head back in disgust.

There stood a slanted charcoal figure who had propped himself up upon a nearby wall. The horrific apparition slowly combed his hair as his sapphire eyes sliced the small girl apart.

Nathanial stifled another laugh with his hand as he slowly strolled over to the girl, his predatorial gaze strengthening.

An unbearably loud series of shrieks constantly rang within her mind, which gleefully absorbed every piece of information her shattered senses provided.

The uneven huffing of the boy below her, the nearing steps of a blackened monster, the dying screams of those she’d ki... been... forced... to get rid of.

Unable to resist against the torrent of sounds, the small girl attempted to hoist her arms up to block her ears, finding that they went numb halfway through the movement, resulting in both of her scared appendages snaking their way around Aaron’s neck.

The boy in question was totally out of it; his head was listlessly bobbing to and fro, as if it were cast from a rod into the depths of a relentless sea.

Jumbled words flowed from his mouth, something Chloe had a hard time hearing over all the other louder sounds that shielded his words.

“Lea… W… Where have you gone? P…P… Please come back to me...” He distraughtly mumbled, his head craning to the side as he momentarily shut his eyes for what seemed to be a short eternity.

Now within arms reach of Chloe, Nathanial violently started to choke the girl from behind, lifting her upper body upwards until she was straddling the drunken boy below him.

Vodka. What a deceiving substance. Initially taking a shine to the liquid after the lack of taste, Aaron had started to guzzle the bottle down his neck, drinking the substance as if he had been stranded on a desert, gleefully gulping down some fresh water he found on the brink of death in a beautiful oasis.

Chloe’s orange orb peered down to the boy, her scarred arms fruitlessly attempting to reach the boy, attempting to reach out to the only person she trusted in this cruel life of hers.

But, alas, her arms were too short.

Fuzzy black spots devoured what little vision she had remaining; her breathing completely halted as tears started to stream from her remaining orange orb.

“Even on the brink of death, all the boy cares about is his lovely girlfriend. I wonder what his facial expression would look like if he found out you ******* the shit out of her.” Nathanial scoffed, his countenance disgusted at the boy’s behaviour.

Chloe’s mind rattled as her world turned grey. Her head fell backwards, her orange orb starting towards the two endless orbs that bore into her soul from within the starless void that had long consumed her apartment’s ceiling.

“I’ve come so far... I’ve done so much... Is this how it goes? Is this the end for me?” The girl howled inwardly, the two obsidian orbs unmoving in response to her inner turmoil.

Consciousness growing dull, just one question remained on her mind.

“Why… Why didn’t you choose me?” She quietly mumbled out, feeling heat gather within her head, her emotions growing more violent by the second.

“WHAT DOES SHE HAVE THAT I DON’T? Why? WHY! WHY WON’T YOU LOVE ME?” Chloe distressfully cried out, her head slightly shaking back and forth, not wanting to face the fact that Lea had a lot that she didn’t.

A lot of desirable quantities.

Perhaps somewhere within her mind she had come to terms with her failure. But that was only an incredibly small part of her mind.

The rest of it was filled with rage over the futility of her life.

“You know, I might not be fuckin royalty like that princess was, but I’m still a good choice, ya know?”

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Finding the inner strength from somewhere deep within herself, Chloe broke away from Nathanial’s grasp, hovering slightly above Aaron’s face.

Her remaining orb carefully studied his uncontrolled expression, unaware of what was going on around him.

Chloe’s long orange hair cascaded like a waterfall around the two, encasing them along together, as if they’d entered a new world where only they existed.

The small girl’s hot tears splashed upon Aaron’s eyelids, causing him to flinch awake and stir for a few seconds, slightly distressed upon finding out his vision was blurred and that someone was sitting on his body so that he couldn’t move his arms.

Peering up towards the blurred figure that lay just above his face, a smile graced his face as he let loose a small mumble before moving closer to what he thought was his beloved Lea.

“I love you, Lea.” He mumbled out, lips encasing the small orange girl’s as her heart throbbed with pain.

Heat. Moisture. The rough texture of his lips. Chloe didn’t know how to feel; she’d never felt something like this. How long had she wanted to do this? But… Not like this. Never like this.

Finding herself unable to control her body any longer, the small girl leaned into the kiss and pushed her hands under his shirt.

Aaron seemed to let out a small, muffled laugh as he thrust Chloe into a deeper state of corrupted ecstasy, the latter’s mind full of thoughts that went and came at a million miles an hour.

“He called me L…” Chloe sombrely thought, her heart scrunching up in pain as if a knife had been plunged into the pitiful organ, turning it multiple times and pulling it out before ruthlessly stabbing into it again.

“Keep going…” An unfamiliar voice erupted within her mind, devouring all voices of reason.

“I know he doesn’t love me…” Chloe’s voice fought back against the mysterious force that inhabits her mind.

“Who cares?” It moaned out, seeming to enjoy her current activity tremendously.

“I care, I... I care about him.” The small orange girl inwardly cried out. She’d suffered so much to get to this point, and where had that gotten her? The boy she’d loved for the better part of half her life loved another woman.

“He doesn’t care about you. So, make him.” It called out to her; it’s offer irresistibly sweet and rewarding.

Momentarily losing herself in the sensations she was feeling as Aaron upped the intensity of the kiss, the corrupted voice used that moment of weakness to take more control of Chloe’s mind.

Attempting to copy Aaron’s actions, his rugged lips on hers made her feel as if she was a hundred times more drunk than she currently was, and she was currently drinking that nectar straight from the tap.

Aaron’s hands broke loose from under Chloe’s light body and snuck up her shirt, making the small girl let out an uncontrollable murmur as his cold hands slid across her scarred skin.

But soon she grew accustomed to his touch, the feeling of ecstasy multiplying tenfold as he started to up the stakes, his movements refined and unwavering as if he weren’t incredibly drunk.

“He’s clearly got a lot of experience…” The small girl winced as another pang of pain throbbed from within her heart.

“Bitch relax, that hoe’s dead~.” The low voice gleefully proclaimed, it’s voice peaking halfway through the sentence as Aaron’s voice grasped onto something.

Without noticing, her voice had been slowly growing dimmer and dimmer while the ashened voice’s truths only grew in volume.

And soon she found herself unable to think.

The ashened voice dominated her mind.

Aaron dominated her mind.

At some point she no longer was able to control her body.

But she could still feel it.

And boy did she like it.

Aaron pushed her down on the sofa, reversing the positions they had been in what seemed to be an enjoyable century ago.

Releasing her from the iron grip that Aaron had developed on the small girl’s body, the boy coolly broke out of the kiss that he had initiated, slowly inhaling a large breath of air as a large, lopsided smirk splayed across his face.

“You’re acting almost as if you were a virgin again, Lea.” The taller male lowly groaned, his black hair of head slowly starting to travel further down Chloe’s shivering body as the girl in question struggled to regain her breath.

Struggling to lift a hand up to grasp his, she gasped for air once again as she let out a few fragmented murmurs.

She could still feel that feeling rebound within her mind, the same corrupted feeling that had devoured all reason and morality within her, or at least what little of such a feeling she had.

“Be…d I’ve got a... a bed...” She breathlessly gasped out, causing the drunken, emerald-orbed boy to let out a low laugh.

“I... I almost went down on you here... You’re right as always, Lea. Let’s... move to the… bed. Lest the sofa get messy.”

Forcefully lifting the girl upwards with her tightly in his grasp, the small girl locked her legs behind the male’s back, her breathing still laboured as she remained unable to recover from the dam of ecstasy that had been newly destroyed.

Leaving her no time to recover, Aaron once again locked their lips together, stumbling left and right as he walked over towards two doors.

The one on the left was stained with multiple coats of liquid, some of it red, the other another indistinguishable colour. The wood of the door was curling on the edges and looked completely malfunctional in comparison to the cool, polished black wooden door that lay to their right.

Chloe, with all her might, managed to mumble out a singular word while her mouth was being dominated, directing the boy towards the left door.

Fumbling with the door, he finally found purchase, scrunching his expression as an extremely strong smell of air freshener assaulted his senses.

“Lea’s room smells different… eh… She must have changed it up… but still… why is this smell so goddamn strong?” Aaron mentally queried, wasting no time in thrusting the smaller girl onto her single bed and continuing right from where they left.

“Was her bed always this small…? Oh, whatever… It doesn’t matter. Can’t wait the fuck the shit out of her again.” He concluded, a large smirk covering his expression.