Please note this is a guest entry.

Man, this chapter took forever. I hope it's vivid enough, without being too sexualized... Okay, probably not.

I did have to cut it over, or it would get too long, though.

Warning: Graphic chapter, disturbing content.

When April woke up, she felt surprisingly refreshed. In front of her, Ann was dressing up with her back turned towards the bed.

The ends of the pillowcase, on which she had slept, was wrapped around April’s fists.

Ann glanced over her shoulder. “Ah, you’re awake.”

Pillowcase first, April darted forward. Her arms were swept out of the way, and she rammed her back into Ann’s chest.

“My, so affectionate, this morning.” Ann said, wrapping her fingers around April’s wrists. “Your boyfriends are fine. Drop that and get dressed, I’ll show you.”

April’s knuckles turned white before she let go of the pillow case.

“Good girl. There’s fresh clothes on the box.” She gestured towards a flat wooden chest tucked to the side of the tent.

On top of the box was a plain black t-shirt and a miniskirt.

“No way I’m putting that on,” April said.

With a shrug, Ann replied. “You can go naked if you want.”

The side of the tent had been pegged to the ground, escape would not be easy, and even if she did escape, what of Oliver and Kite?

April reached out for the clothes, but collapsed to the ground, as if her consciousness had faded.

“So clums—”

The box whipped through the air and Ann had to duck or get crushed. The box zoomed past her head, revealing April, mid-air with a wooden tent-peg in hand.

A hand grasped around April’s neck and her entire body tensed from the shock from her inertia reversing. She looked straight up at Ann, who was sitting on top of her pinning the armed hand to the floor.

For a moment, April just stared up at Ann before she realised that no air was entering her lungs. Her bandaged arm flailed, hammering Ann’s back and side, to no avail. Black spots appeared before April, and she lost the strength to grasp the peg. Ann’s mouth started to move, but no sound entered April’s ears.

The stranglehold on April’s throat was released, and she heaved for air.

“Never do that again. Never do that to me again. Never do it again. You’ll never do that again.” Ann lifted the peg, sharp end pointed down at April, who let out a pitiful whimper, shielding herself with the free hand. Ann’s glare was filled with fury, and she struggled to hold herself back. She stared a jab, just to stop herself.

“No.” She shook her head, before throwing the peg next to the bed. “Ann is a good girl. Ann won’t do this.” With gentle touch, her hand wrapped around April’s wrist, pulling it to the side as their lips connected.

“You are a good girl,” She said, brushing hair away from April’s face. “Never do this to me again.”

Ann lifted herself from April, and sat on the bed. “Get up and take off your pants.”

April stood up and put her hands on her hip. She hesitated, but when her eyes met Ann’s gaze, she slid her pants down over her knees, letting them drop on the floor.

A finger wriggling gestured for April to come over, yet the perpetrator’s face was turned towards ground. When April approached, her hip was poked. “Off.”

The image of a peg held inches from her face flashed before April’s eyes. She sunk her spit and lowered her panties.

A hand around her lower back led her closer to the bed. The hand slid up and pushed her upper body and she fell onto the bed.

“W-wait.” April said. “Please don’t—Mfh” The same peg she had tried to stab Ann with was shoved in her mouth sideways.

“Bite down. Hard.” Ann said, as she twisted April’s arm behind her back. “Don’t struggle.” Ann’s voice quivered. “I didn’t want to do this.”

Behind April’s back, a hand was held high. “But you forced my hand.”

The dull crack of a flat surface hitting flesh echoed in the tent. April felt the force like a shock wave passing through her entire body. The taste of wood and dirt mixed in April’s mouth as her teeth dug into the peg. For a brief moment, April’s behind felt cold and numb. Then smoldering heat, like a thousand burning needles were jabbed into her bum at the same time.

April felt something wet on her arm, she tried turning her head to look over her shoulder but her arm was pushed further up. The palm descended once more, like a hammer driving in the thousand burning needles. The dull crack echoed once more, louder than before.

Silence fell on the tent.

The arm on April’s back was let go. The hand, in turn, pulled the peg out of April’s mouth. “Father used to say bad children must be punished.” Ann stood up and pointed the peg at a stack of clothes on the other side of the trashed box. “Put it on.”

April rubbed her bum. Making sure not turning her back to Ann, She went over and picked up the skirt and underwear.

Ann waved the peg. “Not that. Skirt only.”

The blood rushed away from April’s face. She couldn’t mean that.

“You’re not allowed to walk on the splint,” Ann said. “I’ll give you a piggyback ride.”

“N-no.” April’s head shook.

“You don’t have a choice,” Ann said as she stepped closer. “You will do as I say or they will suffer.”

Ann placed her hands on April’s butt, pushing her into a piggyback ride. April pulled down her skirt as far as she could, but Ann’s hands made it a futile attempt. When they left the tent, her face burnt hot, yet she had a sinking feeling in the gut. What if anyone saw her like this? Her face got hotter just thinking about it. It was like a nightmare, the one where you forget your pants, only a lot worse - and real.

Right outside, Kite ground his sword with a rock. “Mornin’, logging on early, I see.”

“Kite,” an ever so slight smile spread on April’s face. “That ruins the edge.”

A smirk spread on Oliver’s face. “Told you, brute.”

“Ah,” Kite flushed red. “Stupid drill sergeant.” He narrowed his eyes at April “Say, do you have a fever?”

April stared off at the horizon. Her face got a bit warmer “N-no.” She could not bear to think what would happen when Ann decided to step forward, displaying her naked butt to the Kite, Oliver and the world. The sinking feeling got worse, was that really all she was worth? Like an animal at a zoo.

A step.

April’s head started spinning and she felt a chill rise to her face.

Another step.

A tickle in her stomach.

A third step.

She was almost on the side of Kite and Oliver. Her jaw started quivering. She didn’t want this. Why did this have to happen to her?

A fourth step. April’s arms pushed the hands away, and she fell to her feet with a plop. “I-i can walk on my own.”

Ann shook her head. “No, your splint can’t handle it for long.”

“T-then. K-kite. Kite can carry me.”

An eyebrow lifted on Ann’s face, but she gestured towards Kite. “Very well, please carry her.”

Kite flinched. “I—uh—” he looked around him, scratching his eyebrow. Ann couldn’t carry her. Oliver’s a wimp. He nodded. “Okay, I can do it.”

Her mind raced and her heart pounded, she had delayed it, but in a moment it would be even worse. Kite would grab her and she would be on display for the world. Blood drained from her head as Kite stepped closer. His arms hovered to the side, like he was trying to balance on a bridge, yet shifted positions rapidly. He scratched his head.

Kite eyed April for a moment, weighing his options. He took a step closer to her, his heart started hammering. He wasn’t any good at this, and all his hours of chatting with women online did not help him a single bit.

Kite’s arms reached out, and grabbed April’s thigh, pinning her skirt in place before the hand on the back lifted her off the ground in a princess carry. Kite looked at April’s face, he felt his cheeks flush.

April eyed her skirt, she was safe. She put her head onto Kite’s chest and shut her eyes. A brief moment of rest couldn’t hurt, right? Kite could handle it. She shook the thought, as she opened her eyes. Kite was red like a tomato, his hands were getting moist, leaving spots on her clothes.

… No he couldn’t.

With the speed and precision of a lightning bolt, April latched into the hand on her skirt. “Don't move that hand.”

Kite froze up. “S-sorry” his other hand moved across her back, onto her shoulder. Her sweet scent and the warmth of her body pressed against his had already set his mind into overdrive and his every heartbeat pounded in his ears, and he feared in hers too. Her soft skin and the redness of her cheeks would have overwhelmed him, had it not been for her hand, striking his like a thunderclap.

Behind them, Oliver was chatting with Ann, talking about how lucky they were to have stumbled upon them.

An arm was slung around Kite’s neck. April’s sweet scent became almost unbearable, and it only got worse when she moved her head towards his.

When she moved her hand away from the skirt, and onto his. that had wandered from the back to the shoulder, pulling it in through the sleeve, his head started pounding and spinning.

A finger passed where there should be a bra strap, yet there was none. His heart threatened to burst in his chest, and he could not muster a single proper thought in his head. If this kept going his heart would explode or his mind go blank.

The breath in Kite’s ear tickled, and the sound of the light breeze escaping her mouth was mesmerizing. His pulse rose, it was faster and louder than even when the nephilim pointed death at him.

A single word escaped April’s mouth as his finger passed onto something coarse on April’s chest. “Help.”

His eyes grew wide, his mind, sharp.

It was not ‘a’ woman, he carried. It was April.

He looked at his finger to find small black flakes. Blood crust. His gaze met her pleading eyes. In that moment, he wanted to hug her, to tell her it would be okay, but knew he could not promise that. He wanted to set into a sprint, never to return. To protect her, yet he could not.

In response, Kite gave a short nod and pushed her closer to his chest. “Notes. Right side tent,” he whispered. “Midnight.”

“Midnight?” Ann asked.

“Y-yes,” Kite responded. “The raid was at midnight. I’m telling you, it was epic. We had this guy who would misunderstand everything in the most se—” Ann held up a palm. “Nevermind your strange achievements. Put her in here.” Ann opened the door on a carriage.

Oliver’s gaze would not leave Ann until the door shut, after which he turned around to leave.

Ann pulled out a wooden chair from a desk and turned it around. “Put her here.”

“Thank you for your help, you can leave now.” Ann said with a smile.

Screeech. A second wooden chair was dragged from under the table. “We’re not at the castle yet. Let’s play a game.” Kite said.

Ann pulled out another chair. “A game?” she sat down.

“To pass time.” Kite responded.

“I have neither dice, nor cards. I don’t care for petty games.” Ann responded, lifting a finger towards the door.

“A… Ball?” Kite responded. “Or we can do some basic tabletop?”

A glare was a solid answer. Kite stood up.

“Wait!” April pointed at Kite. “Truth or dare?”

“Okay then.” Kite sat back down again. “Dare.”

“I dare you not to leave tonight.”

A nod was his response. “I won’t.”

Hold up. Oliver and Kite weren't dead. Other me! Is the characters allowed to lie to the reader? Hello?