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｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+*⁠.⁠✧"Into the looking glass - V"｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+*⁠.⁠✧

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI

Post format: Multipart series

Pairing: Yandere!Male!DoL x Fem!Isekai!Reader

Word count: 4.3k

Synopsis: You gain the chance to wake up in the world of one of your favorite games. Unfortunately, the 'favorite game' happens to be one about rape, violence, and stalking. Not only that, but the game seems to be rigged against you. All you want is to find a way home and put this all behind you, but is that even possible...?

Warnings: Non/Con, Mental Breakdown, Virginity Kinks, Age Gaps, Choking, Gagging, Bondage, Alcohol, Drugging, Abduction, Victim Blaming, Reader is just having a Bad Time

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You aren’t sure how long you were out, but it couldn’t have been more than a few seconds. You’re disoriented when you wake up, unable to so much as comprehend your situation, much less fight against it. You feel static around you as blood rushes through your veins. You can’t hear anything, can’t feel anything but your own body as you struggle to steady your blurry vision. You feel hands all over you, and you dimly register the fact that you’re not being choked anymore.

You ache all over, but it feels distant, in a way. Like you’re feeling someone else’s pain for them. Like your body is not your own. It isn’t until his cock forces itself into your dry cunt, lubed only with the paltry amount of spit from earlier, that you come crashing back into your own body, suddenly feeling very aware of everything that’s going on around—and inside of—you.

You can’t help it; you scream as you feel his tip tear through your hymen and hit your cervix. You feel a hand clamp down on your mouth, but you pay it no mind, your vocal cords continuing to exhaust themselves as you struggle helplessly underneath the man who should have been your caregiver.

He speaks when you finally calm down, giving in to your exhaustion. “Your body was always mine,” he says, but you aren’t listening. “Just like your virginity.” You stare at the wall as he takes you, not knowing if the slickness between your legs is blood or something much, much worse. You don’t look down to check. You can’t. He fucks you with power. Each thrust of his hips is hard enough to have your throat throbbing and your vision speckled with stars. You feel your whole body bounce on the bed, each creak of the frame loud enough that you’re sure the whole orphanage can hear you. It’s kind of late. You wonder if you’re keeping anyone up. Is it cruel to admit a part of you hopes you are? That, somewhere deep inside, you hope you aren’t alone in this? That someone else is suffering with you, even just a little bit?

You allow your thoughts to wander as your body continues to be abused in your own bed. Bailey’s head dips down to your chest, taking a nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. You jolt slightly, a soft gasp coming from your lips as pain slowly gives way to pleasure. You feel yourself tentatively push back against him, ignoring the hot shame pooling in your stomach from doing such a thing, as you close your eyes and try to pretend your circumstances are different.

Instead of Bailey, you’re with your lover, at your actual home, in your actual bed. You try to pretend the way his length drags against your walls is more pleasurable than painful, imagining yourself moaning instead of grimacing every time he bottoms out and his balls slap against your skin. It’s sort of working, you think, as Bailey picks up the pace. There’s a wet ‘pop’ sound when Bailey unlatches from your breast, his breath hot on your skin. There’s not much of a reprieve from sensation, though, as you feel his lips connect to your neck just as quickly as they’d left your nipple, sucking and biting the sensitive skin between your collarbone and your throat. His hands find their way to your ass, and he lifts you up closer as he massages the flesh of your bum, still ruthlessly fucking your hole.

He’s getting close, you think, as he pounds into you harder still. His breathing has picked up the pace, too, though you’re sure you’re guilty of this as well. With two more power-filled thrusts, Bailey unloads inside of you, tanging his hands in your hair as he brings your head closer in a kiss. It doesn’t last for long, however. He seems to catch himself as soon as he comes down from his high and quickly pulls away from you. He doesn’t so much as glance at you as he rushes out the door. You can hear the sound of a zipper being pulled as he leaves, not bothering to shut the door behind him. His flustered state would have made you laugh if it didn’t come at your expense.

You aren’t sure how long you must have stayed there, staring up into space as various fluids dry and crust on your thighs and sheets, but it must have been at least half an hour, if not longer. By the time you finally climb out of bed and drag yourself to the bathroom, it’s too late for anyone else to be up, so after you wash and drain the tub, you’re free to draw another bath to really take your time in the hot water.

As the water pools up around you again, you try to focus on the way your muscles loosen in the warmth instead of on how you now have to live under the same roof as the man who assaulted you. You close your eyes and breathe in deeply, but when you open them again, all you can see are slick, purple tentacles wrapped around your arms, your thighs, your stomach, and your neck.

Your eyes snap open as cold water splashes on the floor. It takes a few seconds of heavy breathing and frantic glancing around for you to realize you must have fallen asleep and dreamed of phantom limbs mimicking your assault.

That’s what you hope it is, anyway.

Still running on adrenaline, you climb from the bathtub and dry yourself off, putting on fresh clothes before you head back to your room. The duvet has a large pool of blood and cum around its center, but the rest of the bedding is fine. Your dress and heels weren’t damaged or dirtied during the assault, but you can’t bear to look at them, so you place them on the duvet and wrap them up, throwing them into a corner to discard later.

When you’re done, you look around your room, struggling to believe that just hours ago, the sight of your new decorations had filled your heart with hope instead of repulsion. Now, you just feel sick. Your stomach churns as you stare at your posters and wallpaper, not even registering the sound of tearing paper until your walls are completely bare again.

The rest is somewhat of a blur, but by the time it’s over, your room is even worse than it was when you got here. There’s torn wallpaper and crumpled posters on the ground, and the walls are sticky with still-drying adhesive, speckled with bits of wallpaper you couldn’t tear off. There’s stuffing everywhere, too. You see a decapitated teddy bear lying defeated in the corner. Most notable, however, would be the new fist-sized hole in the wall. You don’t remember making it, but if the ache in your bloodied knuckles is anything to go off of, it’s your work.

You glance at the time.

04:07

You sigh. You’ll just have to deal with it tomorrow.

You climb into bed but immediately retract as soon as you touch it, feeling as if you’ve just been shocked by a high-voltage current. Your head is spinning, and you feel as if you might empty your stomach at any minute.

Quest failed!

Your bed is uncomfortable. All rest points are reduced by half. Nightmares are more intense. Every rest has a 5% chance of waking you up sore. Save up your funds and buy a comfortable bed!

Optional: Decorate your room to match your taste.

You’ve failed your quest! There is no penalty this time, but be careful not to let it happen too often, or there might be consequences!

Shit, that’s two and a half grand down the drain. What are you gonna do, buy another bed? Would that even help?

You can’t stay here. You need to leave. You need to find Mickey. Unlock the next fragment or whatever the fuck. You just can’t stay here.

You put on your shoes and march right up to the door Mickey’s in, knowing where to find it thanks only to the system’s navigation, and knock quietly but firmly on the door.

“What?! Do you know what time it is?” Someone, Mickey, you assume, whisper yells from inside, door on the handle as they stare up at you from between the crack of the door with disdain.

“Landry knows about you,” you whisper back. “Your name is safe, though. He thinks you’re Mickey. Get the basket, I’ll take my clothes off, we’ll talk.”

“How did you- never mind.” Mickey brings out their magic box or whatever it is, and you remove all your clothing. They check your hair and ears, and you try not to flinch whenever they get too close. “Good-good,” they say. “Okay, if you know about me, and Landry knows about me, then it’s no longer safe-” you put your hand up.

“You need to get out of here. I’ll need to put a USB into Bailey’s computer while it’s on and logged in, break into the safebox at Leighton’s office and take the memory cards, and put in a good word with Landry 'cause you can make him crazy money.” Mickey looks stunned but hands you the USB anyway, even with their jaw still slacked. “Are we good? Can I put my clothes back on?” Mickey hesitantly nods, still looking baffled, and you dress yourself. Then, you head out and walk to school.

It’s dangerous at night, but you need to get this done as soon as possible. You speed-walk the whole way to the industrial alleys and climb the fence, heading into the school grounds. You’re surprised you didn’t run into any trouble along the way, but you’re definitely not upset about it.

You run into a dog as soon as you take a single step towards the school. It growls at you and prepares to attack, but you’re faster, throwing your arms up and chasing the dog intead. It runs off faster than you can chase and leaves you be, allowing you to head into the main office without further issue.

Breaking into the safe is easy enough. You need an S rank in skullduggery to get in on your first try, but even F is capable of picking the lock if given enough time. Sure enough, it was on your sixth attempt that the box finally yielded, and you shoveled everything into your bag. You decide to take a look around the office while you’re at it and find a pack of new flash drives.

You look over at Leighton’s computer. You should have enough time to copy information from Leighton’s computer to one of these drives, but you don’t have the password.

You kick the trashcan on the way out, making a mess of Leighton’s pristine office.

————————— It is Monday, the 12th of September, 2022. -It has been 8 days since the game started. -The game started in autumn. -It is autumn. -School term Finishes on Friday the 2nd of December. Current Funds: £1,799 Pain: Tears well in your eyes Arousal: You are cold Fatigue: You are wearied Stress: You are distressed Trauma: You are tormented Control: You are terrified Allure: You look like you need to be ravaged

The sounds of other orphans getting up and getting ready for the day is enough to wake you from your uncomfortable slumber, groggy and more than a little sore. You don’t remember if you dreamed last night or not, but either way, your sleep was far from restful. You consider not getting up at all, honestly, but your makeshift nest is far too uncomfortable to lie in any longer, and with the nightmares that you’re sure to start getting after this, being asleep is no better than being awake. So, you pull yourself up from the pathetic shelter you made last night and change into day clothes. It’s still somewhat early, so Bailey should be in his office. You try not to think any further than that as you leave your room and head into the communal areas of the orphanage. There aren’t any decorations up currently, but you can see remnants from old posters on the walls. Probably Bailey’s doing. You flinch at the thought. Orphans are scattered around. Some chatting, some doing their own thing. You spot one orphan, a slim boy, who looks very anxious. You can see him fluttering around different groups, looking frantic. You approach him, and he flinches when you put a hand on his shoulder.

“Short on an incoming payment?” You ask. He nods. “I can help.” His eyes light up, then freeze. He looks at you with a mix of hope and apprehension.

“What do you want?” “Get Bailey out of his office for ten minutes. Make sure he doesn’t have time to log out of his computer. Tell him someone’s trying to snatch an orphan from the garden again or something else; I don’t care. Just get him out of there.” The boy’s face pales, and he starts to shake his head when you interject. “I’ll give you £1,000.” You don’t think twice about the number—it means nothing in comparison to home. But it’s different for this boy. His eyes widen, but he still looks hesitant. One more push. “C’mon. Would you rather get caught lying and get a few bruises, or miss rent and get sold off as an all-in-one dildo and fleshlight?”

“I’ll do it,” he says immediately. You smile and hand him the cash. A few moments later, you see him and Bailey storm out of the office. You slip in without anyone noticing, and copying everything to the flash only takes a minute or two, so you’re out of the office in record time. +Rebelliousness

You can hardly sit still on the bus, constantly readjusting your position, crossing one leg over the other, then switching. You aren’t sure if you feel anxious or eager or if you’re just simply restless. Either way, the bus seems to take forever to arrive at Harvest Street. When it finally does, you’re off the bus in seconds and entering the pub only minutes after that.

“Mickey showed up,” Landry says. “Strange one. Said you’d have a bunch of SD cards for me to take?” You pass on what you got from Leighton’s office to Landry, and he hands you an envelope. “Thanks. That’s the police master password, along with a £500 thank you for bringing me some new talent.”

“There’s also this,” he says, producing a USB stick from his pocket. “A virus. Wipes computer systems clean. Should be able to cause some trouble. Or make old trouble disappear. Good luck!” You thank him and leave the booth but decide to stay in the pub for a bit of day drinking before you head out. You need to relax, and while you know this may not be the healthiest method of achieving said relaxation, a quick fix is better than nothing. The beer is only five quid, so you buy one and sit down with it as you check your phone. You should have unlocked one of those fragments from completing the quest, right?

Fragment unlocked! No matter how bad things seem, it’s all just a game.

Are you drunk already, or is that just not helpful? It reads like a loading screen tip, for fuck’s sake. What are you supposed to do with this?

You sigh. It doesn’t matter. All you have to do is unlock the fragments. You don’t need to understand them.

You feel the alcohol start to flow through your system as you order a second drink. You feel fuzzy already, and you’re not sure if it’s because you drank so quickly or if your avatar is just simply a lightweight. Either way, you knock back two more drinks and head out, feeling a bit lighter. -£20

You decide to go to the beach next. It’s not a very nice day out, with clouds hanging in the sky and a harsh breeze that never seems to fully go away, so the beach is expectedly not very busy. You don’t have a towel, so you just take your shoes off and sit down on the sand, watching the waves crash violently into the shore.

They almost look like they’re running from something. Desperately trying to get away, to reach the other side. They absorb their competition as they pass. Some don’t make it, they fizzle out before they get the chance. Others do, but they’re no any better off. They reach the shore only to be dragged back by the tide with no hope of ever escaping. They try again, perhaps knowing it’s futile but having nothing else to try, perhaps having forgotten themselves in the struggle, their shape long lost. The noise of the city fades into the background. They’re screaming out at the injustice of it all, you think, as the sounds of crashing waves surround your ears.

You can’t see anything else but the water, you can’t hear anything but the colliding waves, and you can’t smell anything but the salty ocean breeze. The waves are hypnotic in their simplicity and repetitiveness, like a siren singing her song, and you find yourself entranced. No longer part of your own body, you’re nothing more than an observer of the ocean.

You aren’t sure how long you stay out there like that; you can hardly even remember anything that happened, but when you finally become aware of your surroundings again, it’s much darker outside. You think you must have lost time again, but you feel calmer.

You brush the sand off of your bottom and leave, carrying your shoes until you’re back on the pavement.

You stop by the shopping mall on the way home and buy a cheap sleeping bag. The rest of the trip is uneventful. -£20

Your new sleeping area is set up in minutes. It consists only of some blankets, a thin sleeping bag, and a pillow, but you’ll have to make do. You go to look over at the luxury bed you can no longer use in disdain, but something else catches your eye first.

There’s something inside the hole you made last night. You aren’t sure how you didn’t notice it before, but you suppose you had other things on your mind. You step closer to it and realize two things are hidden in there.

Cameras. Different models. Probably left by different people. One of them looks older than the other and has probably been there longer. The first camera was likely left to someone who had access to you early—Bailey or Robin. Of the two, Bailey is more likely to even think of doing this, let alone having the means to actually pull it off. The second camera must have been put in by someone who either only just met you or only just thought of keeping an eye on you. The second model could be anyone, but it’s probably Kylar, since he canonically tries to place a camera in the player’s room even in normal mode.

You reach for the cameras, then hesitate. What will happen if you take them down? If the first one really is Bailey’s, do you really want to make him angry with you again? And if the second one is Kylar’s, then…then he saw what Bailey did to you.

You hurriedly check your phone.

Kylar The Loner Kylar is inconsolable. Fascination: 100% Love: 14% Devotion: 55% Jealousy: 100% Lust: 100%

Fuck. Fuck. You have to resist the urge to throw your phone on the floor. What should you do? What can you do? You can’t stay here; you’re a sitting duck! But is it any better outside?

You glance at the camera that you suspect to be Bailey’s and then rush out the door. You hit a sprint as soon as you pass the orphanage gates, not knowing where you’re going or how to get there.

You’re able to get a few blocks away when trip on a rock in the darkness, falling and scraping your knees painfully. You grimace as you stand back up, not even bothering to look before you’re back on your feet—walking this time.

A sense of fear creeps up on you just as your phone buzzes. You know this feeling.

Something is watching you.

You don’t register the acute pain in your leg until after you hit the pavement. There’s nothing to break your fall. You hear a gasp as you lose consciousness.

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There’s a giant blue game UI floating in front of you when you finally come to. It’s the first thing you notice. Not the sluggish feeling in your head, not the swelling, stinging feeling on your cheek from when you hit the ground, or even the scrapes on your knees. No, all you see is blue.

Note: Your current bindings make accessing the system via phone impossible. For ease of use, system notifications have automatically been switched to screenless mode. Buttons have been replaced with eye-tracking. To select an option, blink two times in rapid succession while looking at the option you’d like to select. >Ok

You blink twice at the prompt, slowly. The effects of the drug are still in your system, and they’re making your eyelids heavy. You’re worried it might have been too slow to register, but the text updates itself anyway.

New quest unlocked! You have been kidnapped! As the darling of this world, this kind of thing will happen to you very frequently. Prove that you have what it takes to survive in this world before it’s too late! >Escape Kylar’s manor. Rewards: x1 World Fragment Time limit: 7 days remaining Penalty: Death

What the fuck?

Death? Death?!

The shock seems to ignite a fighting spirit inside of you, and you struggle against both the lingering effects of the drug and your restraints, but the drugs seem to be stronger, and you can hardly even rub your wrists together. You stop when the door opens, though your struggle was so mild that he might not have noticed even if you continued.

Fuck. This is fucked. You’re so fucked.

“G-good morning, my love,” Kylar says sheepishly. He’s standing in the doorframe right now, not fully in but not fully out either. He seems more nervous than usual. “I, I hope you slept well.” You stare at him. He tenses up at your gaze but still enters the room, shutting the door behind him.

He approaches you with the kind of care and caution you’d use when approaching a wounded animal, dropping to his knees in front of you. Gently, he reaches a hand out to your face, caressing the bruise on your cheek. “I-I’m sorry,” he says. “I wasn’t thinking. I was just so panicked when I saw you that I just shot without thinking that you’d–” He starts sobbing. “Please forgive me.”

You’ve been through Kylar’s abduction scene before—both of them. You know that every choice you make will have some kind of negative or lewd consequence. Even saying nothing at all will make things worse for you.

“I can do that,” you say, words slightly slurred but still discernable. “But you need to earn it.”

“A-anything,” he says. ”I’ll do anything.”

“Even let me go?” Kyar’s expression falters, then darkens. “It’s not safe out there.” He looks away from you. “You could be taken from me at any moment.”

“I have the pepper spray you gave me.” “Then why didn’t you use it last night?!” +++Jealousy You feel your stomach lurch. “You…you were raped, right? You didn’t want it, right?!” You can’t find the words to respond, even as he begins shaking you. This only seems to make it worse, as his grip on you tightens. You hardly feel it, but you aren’t sure if that’s the partial paralysis or just his lack of strength at play. He’s mumbling something to himself, but you can’t make out the words until his volume suddenly rises again.

“But you stopped fighting, didn’t you?! Does that mean you enjoyed it?! Does it?!” Coming out of your stupor, you’re finally able to respond with a weak shake of your head. You can hardly even make the movement due to whatever’s in your system, and Kylar seems to take that as hesitance. He bolts up, pushing you and the chair you’re tied to over. Your arms, which were tied behind your back, end up breaking your fall. You cry out as you hit the floor, pain searing through your non-dominant wrist. You think it might be broken. Sprained, definitely.

Kylar’s hands fly to your neck, and panic takes over. “NO!” You scream, flailing wildly as panic allows your muscles normal function for just seconds before falling back to impairment. Your outburst, while short-lived, seems to have proven effective, however, as Kylar quickly climbs off of you.

“W-what have I done…?” He scrambles to get you off the floor. Kneeling beside you, he clings and grasps at you like a hungry peasant before his king. Except this king is tied up and at his subject’s complete mercy. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, my love! Forgive me, please! Please!” Tears prick your eyes, but this could be your chance to persuade him.

“You broke my wrist,” you say. “I need to go to the hospital.” Kylar looks at you in alarm.

“D-does it hurt??”

You nod. “Badly.” As if to further emphasize your point, a single tear rolls down your left cheek. “I need to go to the hospital. You have to untie me.” Kylar looks like he’s about to nod, but then frowns. He shakes his head.

“I-I’m sorry,” he says. “I can’t. You’ll run away.”

“It won’t heal right,” you say. “I could lose function in my whole arm.” Kylar, rather incomprehensibly, seems to brighten at the suggestion of you becoming permanently disabled.

“I-I can take care of you!” He says, a dark glint in his eyes. “Forever.”

…You’re going to have to find another way out.

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Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI

Post format: Multipart series

Pairing: Yandere!Male!DoL x Fem!Isekai!Reader

Word count: 4.8k

Warnings: Non/Con, Mental Breakdown, Hallucinations, Implied rape of a background character, Virginity Kinks, Age Gaps, Choking, Gagging, Bondage

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It is Saturday, the 10th of September, 2022. -It has been 6 days since the game started. -The game started in autumn. -It is autumn. -School term Finishes on Friday the 2nd of December. Current Funds: £1,799 Pain: You feel okay Arousal: You are cold Fatigue: You are wide awake Stress: You are strained Trauma: You are troubled Control: You are scared Allure: You look like you need to be ravaged

You clock into the spa as soon as it opens, your mind a haze as you greet the receptionist.

Then, you blink, and you’re outside. It’s dark.

…What?

You turn around. You’re right outside the spa, but the closed sign is up. Furrowing your brow, you reach into your pocket and pull out your phone.

21:06

Something else catches your eye.

Current funds: £1,799

Woah, you must have worked all day. But you don’t remember even a single client. You check your current condition again, but you aren’t under the influence of any drugs or alcohol. Could it be psychological? Could it be that your stress has been rising, causing you to disassociate and lose time?

You should probably check yourself into a hospital, but that’s not exactly an option here. Feeling tense and nervous, you put your phone back into your bag, only to brush your hands against something cold and metallic. You pull it out, and it’s a watch. It looks expensive.

Fuck, did you steal this? You shove it back into your bag and feel your hand brush against even more metal. You duck into an alleyway and empty your purse. Aside from the watch, you found a ring, two necklaces, and another less-expensive-looking watch. You bite your thumb as you check your journal.

You are carrying: £3,210 in stolen goods.

Your eyes bulge. You have to return these, you have to—

You hear a loud crash from somewhere not too far from you. Startled, you whip your head up to see a hooded figure standing over an overturned trashcan. The figure is walking your way, so you grab the stolen things off the floor and run.

You aren’t sure where you’re going or for how long, but by the time you’re finally sure you lost them, you’re standing on Cliff Street. You use a streetlight as support while you catch your breath, trying to think of what you can do.

First, you’ll have to go back to the spa tomorrow. You’ll have to come up with something, some excuse or reason or justification, and get the receptionist to go back and check who came in that day, call each of them and then ask if they’ve lost anything, and then-

You hear a sniffle and look up. It’s coming from the pillory. There’s a woman locked there, her bottom half completely exposed. She’s trying to stifle her sobs, trying to make herself look smaller. She’s trying to hide.

Your heart throbs as you approach. She hears your footsteps, and a look of sheer petrification overcomes her expression. You still your movements.

>Help the girl —Trauma ++Stress >Leave +Trauma +Stress

“It’s okay,” you say softly. The woman looks up at you with a scared expression, and you realize you were wrong in your description. This isn’t a woman, but a girl your age. “I’m not going to hurt you.” She eyes you warily, and you look around. There’s no one here, so you pull your shirt off and approach the girl, who looks like she might be on the verge of a breakdown.

“It’s okay,” you say as you kneel to tie your shirt around her waist. You notice something sticky on her skin, and you feel your heart sink even further. You feel your face crease as you imagine everything she must have gone through until now. You want to help this girl.

You brush yourself off as you stand, suddenly aware of your shirtlessness. There’s still no one around, but you know how dangerous this is. You’re basically a sitting duck, as things are. ++Stress You smile at the girl. “I’ll be back,” you say. She nods slightly, looking confused.

You all but run back to the orphanage, where you change your shirt and grab some spare clothes. Then, you head over to the local convenience store to pick up some water and snacks. It only takes 15 minutes, and soon, you’re back in front of the girl.

“I brought you some food and water, as well as some actual clothes. I, uh, also brought some underwear in case you wanted some. It’s clean, but I get it if you don’t want to touch it. Oh! I picked up some wipes, too. I’d have to clean you, though.” Your face feels a little hot with embarrassment, but you try not to show it.

The girl, looking quite bashful, nods with a pink face. “I’d really appreciate that,” she says. You nod and begin to wipe her down, avoiding the sensitive areas. Then, you help her put on your clothes and help her with the snacks and water. She looks much better by the end of it.

“Thank you,” the girl says softly. “I’d almost forgotten there were nice people in this town.” You smile at her. “You don’t even know what I did, but you helped me anyway.”

“I don’t need to,” you say firmly. “No one deserves to be treated like this.” She smiles at you. A real, genuine smile. You feel like you’ve done something worth doing tonight. —Trauma

“Thank you again,” she says, looking at the ground.

“Of course,” you say. “How much longer do you have to be in there?”

“Still another two hours. I’ve been out here for eighteen already.” She looks to the side. “Got caught stealing.” You feel a chill wash over you as your bag seems to double in weight.

“...What did you steal?”

“A watch, among some other things.”

“Huh?” Your heart begins to beat violently in your chest as pressure engulfs your head. You can’t move. Oxygen becomes hard to come by as your ears ring and your head spins. You feel dizzy like you might fall. But your body doesn’t move.

The girl’s face contorts horrifically as she screams out in agony, her skin melting and bubbling. You see horns begin to poke out from under her skin as her eyes fall back into her head and disappear. You hear fire crackling in your ears, your eyes so wide they’re sore as the scene in front of you plays out. There’s fire everywhere, the girl looks like the devil and—

She stops convulsing, and the world goes quiet. The last thing you want is to get closer, but you’re not in control of your own body. You approach carefully, hesitantly. The girl’s head snaps to you.

She’s wearing your face. +++Trauma +++Stress

You start screaming. You scream and scream, your lungs burning and every muscle in your face throbbing as sheer and utter terror overtakes your senses.

You’re still thrashing when you finally come to your senses, your mouth open in an ‘O’ shape. Your jaw is sore, and you’re in an alley on the ground, drenched in sweat and dry heaving.

You check your phone.

21:11

Feeling battered and exhausted, you stand up and brush yourself off before heading home, where you take a long, hot bath. By the time you’re out, it’s nearly midnight. Already dressed in your pajamas, you drag yourself back to your bed and collapse into it. You think about everything you’ve been through since coming here—those damned fragments you have to collect and now a psychotic episode.

You think about the fragment you just collected and the pandora’s box of worms that comes with it. You open your phone and stare at the screen, your mind both empty and overflowing as your eyes trail the words in front of you. You feel numb every time you look at it, a sinking feeling in your stomach you’re becoming all too familiar with.

Sighing, you push the racing thoughts out of your mind, knowing you’ll get no answers tonight.

You roll over and go to sleep, though you sleep very poorly.

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It is Sunday, the 11th of September, 2022. -It has been 7 days since the game started. -The game started in autumn. -It is autumn. -School term Finishes on Friday the 2nd of December. Current Funds: £1,799 Pain: You feel okay Arousal: You are cold Fatigue: You are wearied Stress: You are tense Trauma: You are disturbed Control: You are scared Allure: You look like you need to be ravaged

You’re awoken by a loud rapping on your door. You blearily get up to check, but the nuisance has already barged in.

“Time to pay up,” Bailey says. You nod and hand him the money.

“Good. You came through. Next week I want £300.”

You nod slightly, and he leaves. You roll over and go back to sleep. By the time you wake up, it’s 09:36, and the spa is open. You debate in your head over whether or not you should clock in, knowing what happened yesterday. You have enough money to be good on the payment for next week, and even the next two weeks after that, but complacency could get you sold as pudding if you’re not careful, and you have no idea what kind of expenses you’ll run into in the future.

Feeling a little like you might be making a bad call, you ready yourself to go to work. When you enter the spa, the receptionist greets you cheerfully.

“I’m glad you came in today,” he says. “Business has really improved since you started working here. People keep asking for you.”

“They do?” You feel like someone just dumped a bucket of cold water over your head. You know they aren’t asking for your skills. The receptionist is about to answer when he gets a call and shoos you away, so you decide to drop it and head in.

Your first client is obviously eyeing you up, but doesn’t try anything. He tips okay. +£60

Your second client tries to get you to undress with her, but doesn’t do anything when you refuse. She tips well. +£120

Your third client doesn’t even greet you before he’s trying to take off your clothes and touch you! He lunges for you and grasps your arms in his hands as he pushes you onto the table. “I’ve been waiting for this,” he says, raspy and lowly. “Waited for hours just to reserve your time. This is happening.” ++Stress

You struggle under his arms, but he’s too strong. He leans in for a kiss, but you turn your head away.

Not one to be discouraged, however, he goes for your neck instead, licking and sucking on your skin in a way much worse than if he had just kissed you normally.

You go limp, and he moves a hand from your arm to the hem of your skirt, lifting it to expose your panties. You use your now-free arm to poke him in the eyes, causing him to stagger back off of you. You waste no time jumping off the table, grabbing your bag, and running outside.

You duck into a nearby alley to catch your breath.

You hate this place. You hate this place so much. You need a break, you need to go somewhere. Do something. You need to—

Your mouth is cold. You blink, and realize you’re sitting in a booth, ice coffee in your hand and the sounds of a cafe buzzing around you.

Shit. You just lost time again, didn’t you? Furrowing your brow, you rummage around your bag for your phone and check the time. It’s only been half an hour. Half an hour in which you could have done literally anything and would have no idea.

…You need to relax.

You lean back in your chair, forcing your muscles to relax as you try to take in the aroma and atmosphere around you. You take a slow sip of your coffee, but your stress doesn’t fade. There’s a slightly tingling sensation across the back of your neck, something you’ve felt before. Something is watching you. +Awareness

You glance around the cafe. A hooded kid in a medical mask is sitting across the cafe, seemingly engrossed in his phone. It’s Kylar.

You finish your drink and leave quickly, hoping Kylar won’t follow you.

The hairs on your neck stand up the whole way to the pub, and don’t leave until you’re sitting down across from Landry.

“This is quite the haul,” he says, handing you £3,210. “I hope you haven’t bitten off more than you can chew.”

“Yeah,” you say. “I hope so, too.”

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Standing outside the pub, you stare down at your quest menu.

Side quests >Buy a better bed Funds needed: £2400 Optional: Decorate your room to match your taste. Funds needed: ??? Rewards: Triple current rest points, nightmares reduced Penalty: None Bonus Rewards: +Love to all LI’s, passive stress and trauma decay faster while inside.

You need that stress and trauma decay. You don’t know if it’ll help with the amnesia or dissociation or whatever it is, but it’s the only thing you can think of, so you buy a bus ticket to the shopping center, making a beeline straight toward the furniture store.

The bed is easy enough to find, there’s only one two single models. You buy the more expensive one, since it’s the only one labeld as comfortable. You look at the bedding next, comparing various blanket textures and sheet designs. You try to envision what everything would look like together, and eventually pick a set you think mix well. Wallpapers and posters are next. You try to pick out designs that aren’t phallic, but they’re a little hard to find. Still, you’re starting to have fun, and you feel the ghost of a smile form on your lips as you picture what your new room will look like.

Thinking back, you’ve been doing a pretty good job for yourself. It’s been a whole week, and you still haven’t been assaulted. You managed to establish dominance over Kylar and gain a steady supply of pepper spray at the same time. And now, here you are, doing something completely domestic in a depraved game modded to be even worse. You feel proud for having adjusted so well so far and confident that you’ll finish your quests and make it home in record time.

You pick up a few other things you like and have room for and then head to the register to check out. The entire purchase is £2,709, leaving you with £4,780 left over. Not bad.

Your phone buzzes.

Quest completed! Rewards: Triple current rest points, nightmares reduced Bonus Rewards: +Love to all LI’s, passive stress and trauma decay faster while inside. Congratulations on completing your quest! Your new bed will be installed automatically, but bedding, posters, and the like will need to be installed manually.

So this game grants small mercies after all. Getting the bed set up would have been the hardest part, and by leaving the rest to you, you get full creative control over where you want things to go. Smiling, you climb onto a bus and head back to the orphanage, where you spend the next few hours setting everything up.

You step back and admire your work. It isn’t perfect. There are things you had to compromise on, ideas you had to discard. But it’s good. It looks like something you would’ve liked as a kid, back when you didn’t have as much freedom to decorate your room as you did after moving out. It’s nostalgic, in a way.

You feel refreshed. -Stress -Trauma

Your tiny room has now become a tiny home. You may now “reminisce” once a day for a small decrease in stress and trauma.

You lay down on your new bed, muscles finally relaxing after days of being on edge. You allow yourself to enjoy the feeling of being comfortable for once. You know you aren’t safe here, not really. You could wake up to someone on top of you at any time, but right now, that possibility feels so far away. -Awareness

Your eyes droop, and you soon enter a deep slumber.

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Blearily, you open your eyes to a dark hospital room, your phone on the desk beside you. Though still a bit sore, you roll over and grab your phone, checking the time.

It is Friday, the 9th of September, 2022. -It has been 4 days since the game started. -The game started in autumn. -It is autumn. -School term Finishes on Friday the 2nd of December. Current Funds: £314 Pain: You are upset Arousal: You are cold Fatigue: You are wearied Stress: You are placid Trauma: You are disturbed Control: You are scared Allure: You look like you need to be ravaged 02:07 You’ve unlocked a fragment.

Your eyes land on the notification under the time, and you open it.

Fragment 3: Your recent encounters with so many people have opened your eyes to the way of the world. The attention focused on you is not normal. Your special trait has become visible. +++Awareness

Special trait? This probably isn’t good.

Your stomach drops.

Cursed - Something special has taken an interest in you. Your luck depends solely on this entity’s whims. Purity is drained nightly.

Some…thing? Something like what? Is it the Wraith? Something else?

What does it mean? Is it related to the temple? You feel like there’s something you’re forgetting, but your head hurts too much. There’s a pressure in your head, like you’ve just been plunged underwater. Everything is quiet around you, and yet things have never felt louder. The sensation drowns out anything else, and you collapse onto the ground, somehow having moved from your place on the bed.

You think you dreamed of something, but the details are lost. When you check the time it’s 19:38. You slept for six hours. You feel refreshed, though a little thrown off.

Deciding that you need to stretch your legs, you put on your shoes and get up. The walk is nice enough, though it’s a little chilly. You’re about to turn around and head back when a fancy car stops by next to you, and the driver's side window rolls down. “I was hoping to spot you,” Avery says.

For fucks sake, it’s a Monday. He’s only supposed to bother the player on Saturdays.

“I’m going to…an event tonight. Would you care to join me?” Fuck, that’s not one of his lines, is it? You smile awkwardly.

“Is it formal? I’m afraid I don’t have anything to wear.”

“Well, it helps that we’re right by the shopping center then, doesn’t it?”

“Huh? But-” Avery has already turned off his car and hopped out.

“Why don’t we have a look around together? Don’t worry, I’ll pay.” You stare at Avery. He smiles at you. It’s all you can do to smile back.

“...How could I say no?”

Avery takes you back into the shopping mall, where you enter the clothing store. He picks out a skimpy leather dress for you and asks you to try it on. You don’t want to anger him, so you put it on. When you emerge from the changing room, he’s holding up two pairs of heels.

“These have a strap, so they’ll stay on easier,” Avery says, holding up a pair of kitten heels. “On the other hand,” he picks up a pair of court heels. “These are preferred amongst certain company. Both are acceptable, however.”

“Couldn’t I wear flats?” You ask. Avery barks out a laugh.

“My dear, you simply don’t wear flats when you’re out with me,” he says. You don’t press the issue. As you try on both heels, Avery moves to look at the lingerie. +Stress He pauses as he browses through the various panties and stockings. “On second thought,” he says. “Perhaps you don’t need anything under it.” +++Stress

Avery buys the clothes and makes you change into them, instructing you to fold your old clothes and hand them to him with your underwear on top. You do, feeling absolutely humiliated. -Control

You let Avery lead you back to his car, where he drives both of you to the flats. You recognize this event. Suddenly, you wish you had chosen the court heels. At least those you could kick off and make a run for it.

Still, this isn’t the worst thing that could possibly happen to you, you suppose. Of the several ways this night could end, many possibilities don’t include brutal rape and violence happening to yourself or others. You just have to shoot for one of those, you think to yourself, trying to breathe.

Avery leads you to the apartment building with a lotus knob and knocks. Bailey answers the door, and Avery brings out his hand to shake. Bailey takes it, but his eyes never leave your form. No one says anything as Bailey leads you and Avery inside to where Quinn and Leighton are already sitting.

From there, the date goes more or less how you remember it happening in the original. They ask you to fetch drinks for them. You smile and nod.

"Brandy," Quinn says. "Just how I like it." + Love -Quinn's card skill

Bailey sniffs his drink before taking a sip. He doesn't comment. Leighton takes a sip of his without looking. Avery is the last to drink. He peers at the liquid and takes a sip.

"A good choice," he says to Bailey. -Avery's card skill +Endearment

Everyone bets £100. Bailey takes a sip of his drink. Avery, Leighton, and Quinn fold immediately, and you wonder if this is one of Bailey’s tells. His hand is good but not great. A bluff, then.

"It's proper the first win should go to the host," Quinn says. "The night is young yet."

Bailey instructs you to make yourself useful and clean something. You polish the silverware behind Avery. It’s pretty fancy stuff. You resist the urge to make a comment about how glad you are that your rent is being used on such worthwhile expenses. Avery and Leighton chatter about some party behind you. When you’re done, the silverware looks no different, probably because you did it wrong intentionally. Fuck you, Bailey.

A snake slithers out from some crevice somewhere. You would have jumped, but you had seen it out of the corner of your eye earlier. Avery, Quinn, and Leighton aren’t as lucky, however, and their chances of winning soon plummet as they fluster. Bailey explains the snake is for catching mice as it slithers onto the table and coils around itself. Everyone but yourself and Bailey seem to be a bit more on edge for the remainder of the game. ++Bailey’s card skill

Bailey glances at the clock. “One more,” he says. “I have somewhere to be.”

"If this is the last game, we should make it interesting," Avery says, throwing a large wad of cash onto the table. Quinn and Leighton match the stack, but Bailey shakes his head.

“I don’t have cash to spare,” he says. Quinn coughs, and looks at you.

"The girl is with me," Avery says, voice nearly trembling from barely-contained rage.

"The girl is with you," Bailey says. "But she belongs to me." No one says anything for a moment until Quinn breaks the silence.

"We're friends here," he says in a lower tone, leaning towards Avery. "Let's not ruin it." Avery’s gaze remains fixed on Bailey.

"Fine, are you wagering the girl or not?" Bailey hesitates, looking from the cash on the table to the cards in his hands. You suppose you should be flattered he’s considering not prostituting you.

"I'll wager the girl for one evening. Deluxe rules." He looks at you. "Climb on." Already having predicted this, you shrug and hop up.

The game is unnaturally tense, even considering all the money on the line. Each player continuously glances up from their cards to look at you. They seem focused on something, but neither the cards nor the money seem to be the object of their attention.

Feeling uneasy, you begin to debate how likely you’d be able to successfully undo the straps to both your heels, kick them off, and then run all the way from the flats to the orphanage at night, where everyone knows you’ll be heading towards.

You stay seated. Bailey wins.

Avery looks like he’s about to pop a blood vessel, with an actual forehead vein bulging on the side of his head. Quinn looks dispirited, and Leighton looks annoyed. No one so much as glances at the money they’ve lost, their gazes all transfixed on you, even as they walk out the door.

Once everyone is gone, Bailey gestures for you to follow him. He brings you back to his car, holding open the door for you. When you look at him as if he had just grown three heads he simply smiles. The expression doesn’t suit him. “So you don’t run away.” +Stress

Fighting the urge to bolt in heels, you force a nod and step in the car, warily eyeing Bailey as if he might attack you.

To your surprise, the normal event with Bailey never occurs, and he simply drives you back to the orphanage without any stops or detours. When the car is parked, you unbuckle yourself and try to open the door but are met with resistance.

“You locked me in,” you say, smiling awkwardly as you gesture to the door. Bailey smiles.

“I know,” he says, getting out of the vehicle and walking over to your side of the car. ++Stress

You’re on your feet before you even register the sound of the door being unlocked, scrambling backward into the driver’s side seat, not caring if your heels scratch the expensive leather. It’s all in vain, however, as Bailey catches your foot and drags you out of the car. You’re thrown onto the ground by Bailey’s feet, where he then grabs you by the hair and lifts your head up.

“I’ve been meaning to replace those seats,” he says, face close to yours. “But I could never justify spending the extra cash. But now, I don’t have to. Since you’ll be paying for it,” he growls, grip on your scalp tightening.

“And I know just how to make you pay,” he says, dragging you by your hair into the orphanage.

He leads you to your room. The one you just finished setting up. You don’t even have time to react before he’s slamming the door behind you and throwing you onto the bed.

It hits you, then. Just what he was planning to do to you. You feel stupid for not realizing it sooner.

Sure, it’d be out of character, normally, but you aren’t in the normal game. You feel lightheaded as he pushes up your leather skirt, revealing your bare cunt. “No panties? Guess you were planning on working hard tonight,” he says, breath on your ear. +Jealousy

You feel frozen, and it isn’t until a sizeable drop of saliva hits your clit that you jump up into action, immediately thrashing in his hold and screaming for help.

He’s faster than you, though, and catches your mouth before you can so much as get a word out. With his other hand, he loosens his tie and removes it from his neck. He stuffs it in your mouth and restrains your arm with the one he’d been holding your mouth with. You try to wriggle out of his hold, but soon, he’s got both of your arms tied behind your back with a belt. He looks down at you, face inches from yours, with a blank expression. “Behave,” he says. “Don’t make me hurt you.” You manage to spit the tie out into his face, and he slaps you hard.

“I don’t have to be nice,” he reminds you, grabbing a fistful of your hair. He releases you, and you try to scream, but his hand is already on your neck, pressing down hard against your jugular. You struggle against your restraints, but it’s no use. You can hardly breathe. You flail wildly from underneath Bailey, but the pressure on your neck makes it hard to think coherently. Bailey seems to have no trouble fending you off, even finding time to push down your top and reveal your breasts, leaning back to admire them before giving them a quick slap. You now lay under him, completely helpless and exposed. And as you realize that you’ve spent all your air fighting, you hear the sound of a zipper being undone as your vision blurs.

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