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“I will do whatever you ask of me. I am your property.”
Eva stared blankly at the other side of the room. It was dingy, dark, cold. Broken glass shattered beneath her spiked heel. She barely staggered as she oriented herself.
“Shut the FUCK up!”
She was greeted with a shrill voice. A ruffling under a cover, followed by a pillow slamming into her arm. Again, she barely staggered. Unblinking.
“Understood. I am yours to command, after all.”
“Ooohhh my GOD! Shuuut UUUUP!”
Darumi bellowed out, her decimal percent of composure shattering as she sat upright in bed.
“Just stop it! Fucking stop it!”
She clutched her head. Eva found herself reaching across to gently touch Darumi’s shoulder.
“You can’t take a FUCKING hint, can you?!”
Darumi was insatiable at this point. Her fists swung wildly like propellers. They never got close to Eva. Eventually her arms slowed, and she just loosely leaned there, against Eva’s forearm.
“You’re broken. You didn’t CHOOSE to be broken. I did. I don’t HAVE a fucking excuse.”
She groaned. Spittle formed on her lip as her head hung down. Gradually she looked up at Eva, seeing those unblinking eyes.
“Just… Stop it. Stop being broken. That’s… That’s my fucking job.”
A tear rolled down Darumi’s cheek, and she quickly ducked her head back down to continue her hoarse growling. She just needed to let it out.
“Not you… Not you, not you… Fix yourself. I can’t.”
Darumi gritted her teeth, her arms wanting so badly to raise and smash into something, anything. They limp-wristedly made their way into the air, before falling down. Eva caught her by the wrists on instinct.
“Stop… Stop it… Stop being broken for my sake…”
“I am here to serve, Miss Amemiya.”
Darumi looked up again.
Eva looked back at her.