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Squiddo hummed to the beat of her footsteps as she turned from the main street of her neighborhood into a smaller alleyway. She knew this route by heart, the exact path from the grocery store she had just left to her home was barley second thought. It was a routine commute, through a familiar and safe neighborhood on a pleasantly typical evening. Which is why she was unfortunatley vulnerable when the blow of something hard hit the back of her head, knocking her off her feet and onto the dirty concrete. She couldn't try to ger up, start to scream, before a boot pressed into her skull and pinned her down, before her world faded to black
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It was so dark. Squiddo couldnt move, couldnt see, couldnt scream. It felt like she was paralyzed, the world around her fuzzy and sharp like T.V. static. The sound of a quiet whistling was all she could hear, a numb pain slowly enveloping her as she awoke. And she squirmed, and she tried fruitlessy to escape whatever was holding her down, and the whistling stopped.
"Oh, shes awake!" A muffled chuckle accompaned the sound of slowly approaching footsteps.
She felt warm hands cup her face, gently removing something from her eyes and letting a sterile white light flood her vison. She blinked and squinted as everything around her faded into view, the light eclipsed by a ghostly pale face framed by bright purple hair hanging over her. Her eyes carried a kind smile and were painted with deep eyebags, and her cheeks were flushed. Squiddo was barley able to look at the woman untying her arms with the bright light blurring her vison.
"You fidgeted so much in your sleep! Had to tie you down just to keep you from breaking anything." The strange woman casually remarked, deep purple eyes darting from Squiddo's face to her rope-burned wrist.
Squiddo opened her mouth, struggling to force words out of her dry throat.
"Who... are you...?" The pain overwhelmed her, not noticing the tears welling in her eyes.
"Oh silly me, I didnt even introduce myself!" The woman didn't look up from her task, now moving to untie Squiddos legs.
"I'm-You can call me Wemmbu." Wemmbu forced a smile on her face. She had the awkward air that she was struggling to mask, and Squiddo almost felt like it was familiar in a way.
"Aha... or Ms. Wemmbu, if you'd like." She blushed, already rosy cheeks staining her whole face pink. It was disgusting. Squiddo was disgusted. That rough, pitchy pierced through her ears.
"... I wanna go home... please." Squiddo's breath hitched as the pain in her head pulsed.
The smile stayed plastered over... Wemmbu's face, though somehow it looked more genuine than before.
"Oh come on, do you think I took you here just to let you go right away? No, you're staying, and we're gonna have fun!" Her hands finished untying and she over Squiddo again.
"Alright?"
"Mhm..." She mumbled, head spinning, eyes lost in the hypnotic depth of the other woman's.
"I cant hear youu, c'mon speak up!" Wemmbu tilted her head. Her tone shifted, slightly deepend.
"A-Alright."
"Awww, good job!" The taller woman smile widened, an offputting, saccharine smile, before leaning down and pressing her lips to Squiddos.
Squiddo froze, and it felt as if she couldn't move as Wemmbu leaned deeper into the kiss, gently parting Squiddos lips to let her tounge in. She cupped her cheeks with spindly fingers, and all Squiddo could do was breathe in the faint floral scent of the other womans hair as Wemmbu left one last peck on squiddos cheek before pulling away, blushing like a schoolgirl confessing to her crush. Squiddo felt like throwing up.
"Aalright, well, get comfortable! ill be back sooon!" The purple woman skipped up stairs Squiddo hadn't noticed were there, and slammed a door shut just out of her view.
Her head was spinning. She clumsily sat up, trying to take in everything that had just happened, take in her surroundings. She was in a plain, windowless room, the walls and floor the same grey concrete, a bright light burning overhead. Squiddo was on a frilly pink bed that sat horribly out of place in the middle of the room, a matching pink table with a lamp beside it. The only door was the one Wemmbu had left through, across the room from the bed, and up a flight of stairs.
Squiddo was finally able to collapse into tears, unable to stay together even a second longer. Hot tears poured from her burning eyes, onto the sheets below. She wanted to go home. She wanted Ash, she wanted-
"Ohh, Squiddo~!" A singsongy voice echoed down the stairs, as an upsetting face came back into her view.