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She knew, Yuria knew she was asking obvious questions with obvious answers, but she was clinging to this tiny fragile thread of hope that... perhaps deep inside Haruko's cold heart there was still a speck of warm compassion. A thread that the woman broke without effort, nothing was there but cruelty and obsession. The ice monster finally showed her true self, the insanity oozing from her eyes, "..." Yuria was deadly silent as Haruko gave her rhetorical questions. Why would she leave her? Really? Yuria could write a whole book listing the reasons and it would still not be enough. Correction, she had everything she needed, Yuria had none.
"Kuh...!" Yuria flinched as Haruko grabbed her wrists, forcing her to submissively lay before her mistress. She had changed, if Yuria had to choose between two evils, she'd prefer to spend eternal servitude with the calm and elegant woman who so kindly took her in and gave her warm broths. Alas, what could she expect from someone who had the heart to drug a person she met mere moments ago? "Nmmmh!" The dancer moaned in unwanted pleasure as the woman kissed her, her desperation melting away as the woman violated her mouth with her cold tongue, "Ahn... ha... *gulp*" She swallowed the exchanged saliva, her throat felt cold. She had no choice on this matter, Yuria gave every last bit of her defiance in that one rant, there was nothing left.
"...forget..." If only it was so easy, she couldn't just forget those seventeen years spent in freedom, Haruko demanded a performer who had travelled half the world to just close off her wondrous experience into a single hut in the middle of nowhere. Still, she had to manage, it would be much merciful on her psyche if she could just lose those precious memories. "*Gasp* H-haruko... ah..." Yuria craned back her head, unwittingly giving easier access as the Yuki-Onna licked her neck, the dancer shuddering as those licks became bites, "I... my life... t-that's... *sob* no more... a-at least... let me dance... i-it's all that I have left... you took everything away from me... even my own mind."
"Kuh...!" Yuria flinched as Haruko grabbed her wrists, forcing her to submissively lay before her mistress. She had changed, if Yuria had to choose between two evils, she'd prefer to spend eternal servitude with the calm and elegant woman who so kindly took her in and gave her warm broths. Alas, what could she expect from someone who had the heart to drug a person she met mere moments ago? "Nmmmh!" The dancer moaned in unwanted pleasure as the woman kissed her, her desperation melting away as the woman violated her mouth with her cold tongue, "Ahn... ha... *gulp*" She swallowed the exchanged saliva, her throat felt cold. She had no choice on this matter, Yuria gave every last bit of her defiance in that one rant, there was nothing left.
"...forget..." If only it was so easy, she couldn't just forget those seventeen years spent in freedom, Haruko demanded a performer who had travelled half the world to just close off her wondrous experience into a single hut in the middle of nowhere. Still, she had to manage, it would be much merciful on her psyche if she could just lose those precious memories. "*Gasp* H-haruko... ah..." Yuria craned back her head, unwittingly giving easier access as the Yuki-Onna licked her neck, the dancer shuddering as those licks became bites, "I... my life... t-that's... *sob* no more... a-at least... let me dance... i-it's all that I have left... you took everything away from me... even my own mind."