>TW: more noncon basically forced incest, nothing new, you should know this by now<

   "...hello? Who are you?"

   It was an older, short lady, with long black hair and a grey fleece cardigan on.

   "Hi ma'am. I'm Kira, and this is Val. We're looking for Satsuki?" She points at herself and Val, looking into the mothers eyes.

   "Oh, I think she's in the bathroom. Here, come on in." The mom opens the door further, stepping back and letting the two girls go in.

   A tall, skinny man with a receding hairline walks into the living room, eyes wide with curiosity.

   "Who are these girls?" He asks, walking over to them.

   "We're... Satsuki's friends." She tried to put it in the best way possible.

  The mom and dad glared at each other in disbelief.

   "Satsuki has more friends??" The mother looked like she was about to faint, while dad excitedly set his hands on their shoulders.

   "I'm so delighted to hear that!! Our baby girl... I'm so happy she's finally found her people!!" He grins widely.

   Kira and Val both force smiles, chuckling nervously before Kira speaks up, "So... can we go upstairs to see Satsuki?"

   "Of course! Any friends of hers is friends of ours!!" She takes her husbands hand as they walk back to the kitchen.

   They both immediately dash up the stairs, knocking slowly on the bathroom door.

   "Hey... it's us, me and Kira. We're... really worried about you..." Val stutters on her words.

   Silence.

   "That's an understatement... we're 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 for you." Kira adds.

   "We wanna help." They take turns saying statements, hoping to reach Satsuki.

   Suddenly, they hear something quiet from inside.

   ... *gag*

   "..." Kira leans up against the door to hear the muffled sound, "... did you hear that?"

   ... *cough*

   "Are... you okay?" Worry building in her tone, Val yanked the doorknob.

   Locked. Like they thought.

   "Hello?? Satsuki?? Please..." Kira tried knocking, yet no one seemed to be even close to the door to answer.

   ". . . g-g o a w a y . .  ."

   Her wavering and eerie tone just made them even more terrified.

   "Let us in, please. We're here for you." Val let out a forced and upset sigh.

   ". . . I-"

   "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞?"
  
   Both of them whipped around, seeing...

   "YOU."

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>??? POV<

"Did you cut yourself 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧?"

He holds up my arm sleeve, seeing deep lacerations scatter across my forearm and especially my wrist.

". . ."

He hisses, stabbing the wounds with his nails.

I whine, and he throws me to the side.

"𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲."

Shivering, I hold my now bleeding arm.

"𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐰."

I hesitate, looking up at him.

   don't cry don't cry don't cr-

   "ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME, BITCH?!?" He holds up my hair.

   "Y-Yes, father...!!!" I whimper, trying not to break out into tears.

   He yanks down on my hair once more, practically tossing me aside.

   "... good. Now, put makeup on those ugly cuts.

   No man wants to see such a precious and innocent girl like yourself in such a state."

   I tremble back to the bathroom, closing the squeaky door with no lock.
  
   I wash my baggy eyes and face, staring into the mirror, body numb and brain full of static.

   God, when is the last time I even cried?

   ...

   It hurt to put makeup on fresh cuts. It really hurts.

   But I can't look this way.

   Not for them. They want a obedient and clean girl.

   So I put on foundation, even if the wounds are too deep and fresh for it.

   I can hear people coming into the house.

   Those people.

   ...

   I open the cabinet on the wall, looking at the object I just grabbed in my hand.

   It was a positive pregnancy test.

   Maybe this will be my way out?

   Or will it make it all worse...?

   ...

   After a bit of staring and shaking, I set it back, closing the cabinet slowly.

   I don't even realize when my legs give out on me, falling backwards and sliding down on the wall.

   I wrap my hands around my stomach.

   ...

   This body doesn't even feel like mine anymore.

   It just feels like a toy, being played with and thrown aside when not enjoyable enough.

   I just feel so... empty.

   I don't even know when this will end.

   I don't know if it'll EVER end...

   ...

   This is all I know.

   And this is how it's going to be

   F O R  T H E  R E S T  O F  M Y  L I F E .

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   A/n: i have nothing useful to say in these authors notes anymore

   erm.

   guys what the sigma ‼️