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Uhhh. I hope it's vivid enough. 

This is not PG material. Probably skip the chapter if you can't do 18+ material. 

Beefed the chapter up.

Warning: Graphic chapter, disturbing content. 18+ is advised.

“You won’t leave?” Ann asked. “So you’ll stay here while we sleep?”

Kite glanced over at April and pulled lightly on his shoulders. “Well, Yes.”

Ann glared at him. “I can’t allow that.”

“It’s not night yet and It’s your turn,” April said.

“Fine. I’ll play your little game. Truth or dare.” She gestured towards Kite.

Kite thought for a second. “Dare.”

A clack resounded as a wooden item was placed on the table. It was a wooden tent peg.

Ann pushed it over to Kite. “Put it in your mouth, bite down on it.”

With a frown, he put it in his mouth sideways and chewed down on it. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed April was staring back and forth between him and the side of the tent. His tongue slid over the peg. It was bumpy, as if someone had already chewed down on it before.

Kite spat the peg out. “What the?”

Ann shook her head, nodding towards him. Your turn.

“Truth or dare?” Kite asked her.

“Hmm. Fine, truth.”

The entire carriage trembled as Kite hammered his fists into the table. He stood up, grabbed the peg. “What. The. Hell.” He threw the peg in front of Ann. “Have you been doing to April?”

Ann shrugged. “Protecting her from dirty men like you.”

“Protected? That’s your protection?” He glanced over at April.

Ann’s head stirred sideways in a light gesture, while her eyebrows climbed up her forehead. “April’s turn.”

The gaze that met Ann was like a blizzard in April. Unexpected and confusing in this context. “Truth or dare.”

With a light shrug she answered. “Truth.”

April rammed her fresh hand into the table. “Have you listened to yourself? You think Kite is bad? You’re the one–”

“Truth or dare.” Ann said, looking at Kite.

April’s eyes became like daggers. “It’s not his turn yet.”

Ann put a hand towards Kite. “Touch her.”

“Wha–”

Ann’s voice carried small specks of her saliva as they escaped her mouth. “I swear by the nine levels, if you don’t touch her I’ll have you tied down while they flay her alive.”

Kite ricocheted backwards. “A-ah.”

April turned towards Kite, while his index finger connected with her fresh shoulder. “Happy?”

“Lift her skirt,” Ann demanded.

Kite eyed April. “I won’t.”

Two fingers approached Ann’s mouth. “All I need to do is whistle. They will flay her.”

The empty gaze in Kite’s face, as if expecting something from April was enough. April’s cheeks flushed and she gave a weak nod.

Kite’s hand crept lower and lower on April, latching onto her skirt. He pulled it up, letting it slide over her knee.

The chair tumbled to the ground as April was torn from it. Her back collided with the table, and both her and Kite’s faces landed on Ann.

“This angle. Lift her skirt,” Ann said.

Kite’s eyes darted around and he swallowed hard before his eyes fell on April’s. Her eyes were wide, her face was red like a tomato. 

A hand slid up her leg as the skirt gave way. His heart threatened to burst, his hands shivered, on tapping her soft skin in the process.

She looked so vulnerable. Her leg was in a splint, her arm, bandaged. Even if she had wanted to, she could not muster any resistance, had Kite decided to do something she did not want. In a way, Kite had all full control over her and her entire body. Yet he shivered. He did not want this power in the first place, nor did he wish to go against April's wishes.

Their eyes connected. Her light blue eyes absorbed him, as though they had entered a separate reality. A reality without Ann. Her rose like scent took over his entire nose, all the way into the back of his throat. Her warm but moist skin made his fingers tingle. Time ground to a halt and for a single moment, as they just stared at each other.

April's hand came to rest on top of his hand, and the soft touch made his shivering stop. She placed her fingers on top of his, dragging his entire hand. The skirt slid over her upper thighs, yet their eyes remained locked.

“Higher.” A voice demanded, and the hand continued over her soft skin, sliding over the hard surface of her hip bone. She dragged the hand onto her belly. It was like sliding fingers over silk, yet warmer. Small specks of sweat from April’s belly clung to the fingers, dragging a tiny trail of liquid behind.

“Towards the middle,” the voice demanded.

His hand slid across her belly, touching an indention. Her belly quivered, and a slight smile showed on April’s face. Was she ticklish?

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Kite’s knees felt like jello. It took all his will to remain standing. His heart hammered inside his chest and had he decided to speak, not a single word would leave his mouth.

Her gaze had changed. The fear in her eyes were gone, replaced by an ever so gentle smile. She pushed his hand downwards.

“Down.” The voice commanded, moments too late.

Kite’s heart beat even faster. Had he ran a marathon, it might not have been beating as fast. His face radiated heat all the way down his neck. Specks of sweat drizzled down his throat as he swallowed. 

His fingertips were tickled by a myriad of tiny feather tips, like he had moved his fingers over his own forearm. It was firmer to the touch than before. The feather tips stopped, and his fingers came to a halt on a small but soft plateau. The warm skin would move aside from even the slightest pressure, yet ahead of his fingers was nothing but air.

"Down," The voice demanded.

A light pressure from April's finger resting on top of his, let the soft flesh split open, allowing his finger to slide into a small indention. The soft skin pressed on both sides of his finger. 

Across a small smooth surface his finger was led, letting it become wet, as though the very tip had just connected with a pool of water.

April exhaled a burst of sharp breaths from her mouth, her eyes halfway closed, yet still staring directly into his eyes. Her cheeks were still flushed in pink.

His finger crossed a small slippery sphere. She exhaled from the bottom of her lungs as the finger slid across.

The hand paused, for just a moment. April’s mouth opened ever so slightly.

Skin slid across wood. The skin pressing the sides of his finger disappeared. 

His index finger was pushed downwards once more, touching upon a rounded bone, covered by her soft skin. The curved skin led towards an even deeper indentation. 

Kite’s finger dipped to the first joint. It was warm. It was wet, but most of all, it was squishy and soft on all sides of his finger, yet when the finger moved into any of the soft flesh, it would be met with a firmness, like bone was not far behind.

April’s chin shot up, along with her back. Had she tried, she may have been able to fit her hand in the space between her back and the table. She took a deep breath.

Her hand hesitated. For a moment feeling like an eternity, his finger soaked in the warmth and wetness all around it. The warmth seeped through his finger, all the way into his arm. His mind threatened to give out.

The finger continued downwards, never dipping further, pressing against the soft flesh toward the bottom. The texture changed, like the skin between the thumb and index finger when furthest away from each other. A rounded piece of skin, which despite being firm would give way when pushed even the slightest.

Her hand paused. Her face turned beet red before she lifted the hand from her skin, pushing it towards Kite.

Kite stumbled a few steps backwards, the chair April had once sat on slid across the floor behind him, before he collapsed into the chair. April’s legs slid together and she let out a deep sigh.

“Smell it.” The voice commanded.

Kite's eyes rested on April, unmoving. Her head gave a short nod. April’s smell, like a mixture of the rosy scent around her and a softer variant of the acidity from a lemon.

A sweet smile blinded Kite. He smiled back, before their gazes wandered to each their side.

“Do you understand now?” Ann said.

April looked at her, like she had been blindsided by the question. Her light voice quivered into a brief sound resembling a question. “Huh?”

Ann's eyebrows quivered. "Do you understand now?"

April looked to Kite with a gentle smile. Had eyes been able to speak, hers would have said 'thank you'. A faint smile cracked on his lips in return.

"You filthy," Ann's flat hand raised above her head, staring directly at April, who rose an arm in her defense, letting out a small whimper. 

"Hey!" Kite leapt to his feet. "What the hell're you doing?"

The arm came to a halt. “No. It’s not your fault.” Like a thousand twisted souls screaming out, Ann’s gaze landed on Kite, who stumbled several steps back.

The carriage echoed from Ann’s feet. Kite’s back bumped into the wooden wall. His eyes darted around, like a cornered beast. She lifted her hands, preparing a chokehold. On their own, Kite’s limbs moved. In an instant he had latched onto her wrists, pinning them to the wall.

Ann’s eyes grew wide, her face pale. Her pupils narrowed as she started screaming. “No! NO!”

Her arms flailed, hitting Kite over and over from any conceivable angle. Took several steps back. “Ow, ow! Hey!”

Ann moved two fingers towards her mouth. A whistle? Kite’s mind went into overdrive. He had to stop it. Somehow.

Ann’s fingertips touched her lips. 

A soft embrace, like that of a mother, stopped her in her tracks. “It’s okay now. You’re safe. It’s over.” April had wrapped her arms around Ann.

For a moment, Ann’s arms hung down her sides. Then they started their climb, moving under April’s shirt.

She gasped in surprise, but offered no resistance. Ann’s ice cold hands moved across April’s warm back, before they locked themselves in an embrace.

In a calming voice, April’s voice rung out once more. “Kite is not the man you met.” she took a deep breath. “Hurting others isn’t you. Let us help you.” She slid her hand onto the back of Ann’s head, pushing to her chest.

A muffled voice from beneath April’s shirt rung out. It held none of the authority it once had. “You don’t understand. They’re all like that.” Wet spots appeared on April’s shirt.

“No.” April shook her head. “They’re not.”