"Miku...Or would you deem Hatsune-san more appropriate?" His silken voice drawled, while his fingers traced a path on her flesh, trailing goosebumps behind.
A choked gasp escaped her lips as she felt his fingers toy with the hook of her dress.
Foreplay, she had only read in books. The ones she sneaked home from the watchful eye of her over-protective parents and read in the secrecy of her blanket at night with a torch.
Though, Reading was one thing but experiencing was a whole new level.
Quite frankly, she felt like a prostitute because of her body's way to show appreciation for his actions. She felt so dirty, so cheap...But HELL so turned on.
Was it wrong to feel this way?
Or was it okay?
No, It wasn't okay. For some reason she didn't think it was.
Unchastity. A faceless visage with only a mouth visible hollered.
"Lewdness!"
"Immoral!"
"Crime!"
Many other similar faces had joined that one in the darkness she had thought only the two inhabited. They were all screaming those words and many others as she watched with wide eyes. Panic had seized her tight and soon even he had vanished and she was the only one left, lying on the cold hard ground surrounded by those faceless voices as they continued to torment her. Those horrible words kept echoing.
"Shut up…." She whispered.
But her feeble attempt to silence them was drowned in their noise as it amplified. She covered her ears trying to silence them, wishing to melt away in the darkness. Away from them.
Away from everything.
It wasn't happening. Instead, they had changed their tact, pointing at her while chanting in unison.
"SINNER!"
"SINNER!"
"SINNER!"
Sinner.
Had she really sinned?
Sinned so terribly that now she was bound to this torture?
This humiliation?
Was the time she spent being a good person so easily forgotten because of one mistake?
One measly mistake?
One mistake she wouldn't mind repeating?
What? Did that thought just cross my mind? After what had happened?
She knew how easily you could get addicted to something that's bad for you, since the first try.
She had the first hand experience. Not that re-opening old wounds would help now.
'Stop' She mumbled to herself as if that word would make her delete those memories from her mind.
"Miku." He simply said her name and she snapped out of her reverie. The voices had vanished, so had those visages and they were back in the darkness. Both of them.
'What was happening? Was she going mad? What had happened just now?'
She felt her fingers crawl up to chest to feel the chaotic beating of her now recovering heart. She needed to calm down. First deal with this person, then we can think of this later.
A nip on her ear made her squeak .
'He's playing with me! How dare he!' She seethed inside.
"You're an unusually heavy drinker...for such a petite girl." His husky voice spoke in her ear enunciating every syllable deliberately, warm breath fanning against her ear.
She could feel blood rush in her face, clear sign, she was already red. Trying to improve her composure, and appear confident. She retorted.
"S-So?"
Shit! Stuttering like that, he must know she's nervous now! It's like déjà vu.
It has happened again. I know it has.
Click
Her eyes widened at the sound of her hook. And slowly, the dress slid down her body.
"Now let's see what we can do about that."
She jolted out of bed, her heart hammering hard against her chest. Shakily, she flicked some teal hair that had fallen on her face.
She couldn't keep this up. She thought nervously. She'd have an anxiety attack sooner or later if she tried resist it anymore.
Forget. How do you actually forget? That one memory could cause her all others.
'She's still susceptible to this disease again . I'd like you to keep close watch on her actions, in Case we have to do it all over again.
All over again
All over again.
She didn't want to go to that dreaded place again. She couldn't. She'd die inside. She'd turn into the same emotionless zombie they had forced her to become.
It was all for the good, they had persuaded her when they attached those electrodes to her head. Instead, she had suffered terrible memory loss, She wasn't even sure the people who claimed to be her parents were her parents at all. She didn't remember them. Except a few snatches of memory. She didn't remember anything before her 14th birthday. All she remembered was waking up one day, not knowing who she was, or who anyone was, though she had the common knowledge of birds, and cars and other things you came across every day.
They hadn't told her what had caused her all this…confusion.
Confusion and pain.
Who was she?
Was she even the girl she was before?
This was the reason she had been vary of everything all her conscience existence.
She didn't want to go through that again.
'I remember keeping it here.' She mumbled as she sifted through the contents of the drawer in her closet haphazardly.
She found it.
The small silver case that could easily fit in her palm.
Pulling on a shawl and grabbing another small box from another drawer, she got out of her apartment, locking it.
'No need to change my pajamas, It's not like I'm dressing to impress someone.'
It was 3 in the morning.
The cold wind nipped at her flesh, whichever part was prone but unaffected, she trudged through the eerie streets, ignoring the uneasy sensation crawling over her flesh.
Night strolls had become an occasional thing. It calmed her nerves to walk on empty, dimly lit streets and help her divert her attention from the toxic thought that promised to eat her hollow.
Her feet kept on and soon she found herself in front of the city park, the gates which were normally closed after 9 at night were wide open, beckoning to her.
'Huh. It's open.'
Now, it would be stupid to enter the park but after inspecting it from outside, she decided it was alright. The park was huge, it's not like she would find someone.
Soon, she was on a bench pulling out a cigarette and quickly she lit it with the silver lighter and took a huge puff of smoke, relieving her stress by exhaling a huge ring of smoke.
One after another, she bellowed grey clouds to the sky, the smell of nicotine ,the taste and the beautiful puffs, calming her anxious nerves.
It wasn't her first nightmare, they had been following her for a week after that 'accident' in succession. She knew if this continued, she'd go insane and go back to her earlier tendencies they claimed she had.
She couldn't!
That would ruin everything!
A sigh was let out as she watched grey fog dissipating in front of her eyes.
"Say? Could you lend me one too?"
A jolt of electricity ran down her spine.
That voice. That familiar, wickedly enticing voice which only spewed sweet poison.
She whipped around and sure enough, he stood there, his gold tresses glinting in the moonlight, The pale light accentuating his already beautiful features making him appear like a God. For she was sure, no mortal could pull off that magnificence.
(*shivers in disgust* when i confessed to my crush, i wrote him as god-like. Never wanted to be reminded of that again.)
He stood there as real as a nightmare. Her nightmare. His aura….she shuddered, seemed to remind her of something terrible today.
"Oh Miku? Fancy running into you here. Also, Never would've pegged you for a cigarette girl. tsk tsk, you've been a bad girl, haven't you?"
He continued while Miku kept staring at him stupified.
She needed an exit strategy. Fast.
He smiled at her, ever so charmingly, then pulled a cigarette out of her cigarrete box.
"Say, Miku, be a darling and light that for me?"
So, i gave her character. :D I feel i just threw everything in your faces altogether, her past and all that so, eh, sorry. But i gave Miku more insight and i like it too. It's bigger than other chapters which i will rewrite tonight! :D
Oh My God, I'm a big fan of Solitaryloner even though i haven't favorited her stories yet, I have them all in my phone downloaded and almost all of them I've read so you're like an idol to me!
Best New Year gift ever i got! :D
You're right, I should giver her more character. I will. Thanks!
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