Pairing: Selene Yan/Iris Wen
Words: 5,065
Rating: E
Summary:
Was this really love? Forcing your feelings on someone and hurting each other in turn?
In her struggle to break free from Iris, Selene discovers what it means to love someone you hate.
Content Warnings: Dubious consent, mentions of non-consensual drug use, entrapment
Mirror: [AO3]
Selene wasn’t sure how much time had passed since she’d been trapped in Iris’ apartment.
The sedatives from the previous night were only just wearing off. How many days had it been? Two? Three? She’d been vaguely aware of being dragged around the apartment, occasionally fed and bathed. Beyond that? Everything was a blur.
The only thing Selene knew for certain was that it was Saturday now. Iris had her told as much. The weekend—a time normally meant for relaxation. She’d be out and about by now, maybe shopping in the city with Megan and enjoying an iced boba. Instead, she was stuck here, gagged and handcuffed behind her back, chained along the headboard of her crazy ex’s bed. As soon as Iris had realized she was lucid again, she’d made sure Selene wouldn’t be able to go crying for help.
Iris was out for a quick morning errand run now, but Selene had no clue how long she’d been gone. A few hours, maybe. The digital clock on the nightstand was unplugged, too. With the curtains drawn all day, it was hard to tell what time of the day it was. The drapery was made of a hefty cotton, thick enough to block out all the sunlight—impenetrable, just as Iris was about her private life and inner thoughts. Even in the comfort of home, she was still so closed off. It was no wonder that she barely ever invited Selene over when they were still dating.
At least Iris made good on her promise to keep a lamp on in her bedroom. In the dim orange light, it was odd seeing how much of Selene that Iris had kept—all of her old gifts and the plushie sitting atop a shelf. The most striking difference, though, was the wilting succulent plants surrounding, leaves brittle and rotting brown. Iris was always so impeccably diligent about keeping up her appearances. Just how long had she been going on a downward spiral?
…Not to mention the bottle of chloroform sitting casually on the nightstand. And the rag that accompanied it. They were stark reminders of her situation. A warning.
It was ironic. Selene used to dream of passing the time here. Cooking dinner with her after a long day of work, cuddling on the couch and watching a cheesy romcom, falling into bed together and whispering sweet nothings to each other… None of that had come to pass, of course. Now, this space was her prison. She needed to get out.
Though she knew her efforts would be in vain, Selene struggled against the handcuffs that bound her wrists, hissing into her ball gag when the metal chafed against her tender wrists. If only it were a bit looser, she could probably slip out. In some form of mercy, Iris had untied her legs before leaving, so she did have free rein over the lower half of her body again. She’d learned quickly that spurning Iris’ advances too much meant losing more of her freedom. It was better to give in and bide her time.
Selene sighed, slumping back against the headboard. At the very least, her onboarding at Taibo hadn’t started yet. She had given herself a week of rest between her resignation at Huanyu and her new start date. There was still time to figure something out. And even if she couldn’t escape on her own, other people would surely come looking for her. Her parents. Phoenix. Bell. They would definitely find her… right?
Her friends, too. She’d been meaning to message Megan and Cassidy about going to dinner to celebrate her acceptance. If only she had sent out that text before agreeing to go Iris’ apartment… Then again, she had no idea that her ex would resort to such drastic measures.
Her ex… Were they even exes anymore, at this point? Could Selene even call them that, after she had so ardently returned Iris’ affections the other night?
It was difficult for Selene to wrap her head around everything. Was she just stupid that she didn’t see this coming? Bell had told her she didn’t get a good feeling from Iris, and weren’t cats known for being good at vibe checks? Even Megan had warned her that nothing good would come from Iris quitting her old job and joining Huanyu again just to see her. That’s, like, totally psycho!
And Selene had agreed. But admittedly, a small part of her found it charming. Flattering, even. Iris had once told her it wasn’t a good idea to be coworkers with friends, and she had gone against her own advice to do one worse—become coworkers with an ex. That had to count for something, right? That Iris was willing to go against her own principles for her.
Deep down, Selene did want Iris to try and win her back. She couldn’t deny the fluttering of her heart every time she caught Iris giving her those guilty, longing looks. Or the twisted satisfaction she felt whenever Iris sent her multiple texts throughout the day just to get a scrap of her attention. So maybe it was her own damn fault that she ended up in this situation. If only she had been more cold or aloof, maybe Iris wouldn’t have kept pursuing her. If only she hadn’t been so weak and followed Iris to her apartment, then maybe she wouldn’t have gotten herself caught. If only, if only, if only—
But no, Iris was right about her. Selene did still love her. She’d even admitted as much the night before, in the space between their locked lips and dancing tongues. With all the mixed signals that Selene had been bleeding out, it was no wonder that Iris had sniffed her out like a hungry wolf. Maybe she did deserve what was happening to her.
Keys jingled outside the door. Heart jumping to her throat, Selene’s eyes flicked to the doorknob where she saw the lock being turned. The door finally opened, and her captor stepped inside, looking as pristine and as ever with her signature white blouse and pencil skirt.
Iris Wen. The beloved former student council president of Ocean City University. The darling volunteer of the local hospitals. The rising star employee of Huanyu. The picture of perfection. No one would be any the wiser that she had drugged another girl and held her captive.
“I’m home,” Iris announced cheerily as she closed the door behind her. She turned up the dial on the lamp, and Selene winced at the flood of light assaulting her eyes. “I hope you weren’t too uncomfortable.”
‘Uncomfortable’ was putting it mildly: bruised wrists, stiff legs, a sore jaw from being gagged all day. Selene could only scoff in turn—disdain that Iris blithely ignored as she crossed the room and sat on the bed next to her. There was a plastic bag hung on her arm and a cardboard drink carrier on her other hand. The scent of sweet baked goods and creamy coffee filled the air, and Selene’s stomach grumbled at the prospect of breakfast.
“You must be thirsty,” Iris said. She dangled the drinks in front of her, steam wafting from the spouts. “Here, I got you a cappuccino to start the day. You still like those, don’t you?” She had the gall to smile, looking awfully pleased at herself.
Selene scowled at her pointedly, grumbling through her gag. Was Iris taunting her?
“Oh, I’m sorry!” Iris’ eyes widened, as though she was only just remembering that Selene couldn’t physically respond to her. She set her items down and reached over to undo the leather buckle of the gag, slender fingers brushing against the nape of Selene’s neck as she freed the strap. The spit-covered ball plopped onto Selene’s lap, and she inhaled loudly, the euphoria of finally being able to breathe properly making her feel lightheaded.
“You’re awful,” Selene gasped out, coughing. She grimaced at how parched her throat felt now that she could swallow. Her tongue was sandpaper against the roof of her mouth.
“An improvement from insane, I think.” Iris’ smile tightened.
“Awful and insane,” Selene corrected.
Iris’ brows knitted. Her smile dropped. “I know. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you,” she whispered, sliding her hand to cup Selene’s cheek.
That soft, desperate tone again. Selene couldn’t stand it. She veered her face away from Iris’ touch, and thankfully Iris didn’t push it any further, instead watching her with those sad puppy eyes. It was almost funny. Regardless of how poorly Iris was treating her now, there was no doubt that she craved her affections.
An idea turned in Selene’s head. If that was the case, then maybe…
Before she could dwell on it any further, Iris grabbed a drink from the carrier, uncapping the lid and blowing into the liquid, bringing it to her own lips to test the temperature. After accidentally scalding her the other day, at least she was being more considerate now. Iris was always a quick learner.
Selene’s treacherous heart flipped at the gesture. She was doomed. The bar was six feet under, and any scrap of consideration could leap over it.
It didn’t help that, no matter how morally repugnant Iris turned out to be, she was still incredibly beautiful to look at. White hair as pure as snow, eyes as blue as the sea. But even beyond just her appearances, Selene had always enjoyed watching her, especially while she was focused on various tasks. Like how her hands seemed to dance while working the espresso machine at the cafe, expertly juggling coffee grind measurements and pouring latte arts. Or how her brows furrowed as she had tinkered with that granny’s radio at the hospital. She really was a genius at everything she did. Her competence and attention to detail were insanely attractive.
Even now, with just the simple act of blowing air into the cup, Selene couldn’t help but admire the way Iris’ bangs framed her face and the sheen of pink lip gloss on her puckered lips.
As if she could sense Selene’s eyes on her, Iris turned her head toward her. Her lips curved into a smug smile when they made eye contact.
Thankfully, Iris didn’t tease her about it. “I used to do things like this for my younger siblings all the time, back when they were younger,” she said. She brought the drink to her lips and sipped, nodding when she was satisfied with the temperature. “It feels a bit nostalgic.”
How messed up was it that only now was she opening up about her family life? Selene rolled her eyes. “I’m not a child,” she spat. “I can feed myself, you know.”
“But I want to do this for you,” Iris pleaded. “Let me.”
Before Selene could protest any further, Iris held out the cup to her, tilting it until the creamy coffee poured into her parched mouth. Selene hacked as soon as the liquid slid down her throat, coating it with a layer of thick, incisive sugar.
Iris frowned, pulling the drink away. “What’s wrong?” she asked. She took a napkin and dabbed at the edge of Selene’s lips. “Is it not to your liking?”
“Too sweet,” Selene coughed.
“Oh?” Iris set the cup down on the nightstand. “You used to enjoy sweet drinks.”
Selene shook her head, face still scrunched in distaste. “You never made them this sweet before.”
A pleased smile crept back up to Iris’ lips. “So you prefer my drinks, then?”
Selene glared at her. The last thing she wanted was to give Iris any sort of satisfaction, but she had to admit that she set herself up for that one.
Despite Selene’s brooding silence, Iris let out a chuckle. She pulled out her thermos from her bag and twisted off the lid. Selene could only watch helplessly as Iris moved to force feed her whatever was in it. She braced herself, but as soon as the taste of fresh water touched her tongue, she drank greedily from the cup, gulping loudly with each swallow until she drained the whole flask.
“Better now?” Iris asked.
Water dribbled down Selene’s chin, but Iris was ready with a handkerchief to mop it up for her. Even though her thirst was quenched, Selene couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling swirling in her stomach. She didn’t feel woozy now, but she had to ask:
“Did you put anything in the water?”
“Aiya, I’m hurt.” Iris placed a hand on her chest, a look of mock guilt crossing her features. “Do you really think I would do that?”
“I don’t know. Would you?” Selene wiggled her arms, making a show of rattling the handcuffs behind her back. “I mean, you certainly seem content with keeping me on house arrest by all means necessary.”
“Believe it or not, I like it when you can speak,” Iris said. “I like talking with you.”
Selene felt her cheeks go warm in spite of herself. What was wrong with her? “Do you really, now.”
“Mmh, I wouldn’t resort to drugging you if I didn’t need to.”
Aaand there went the mood. Selene sighed, deflating. Another grim reminder that she needed to stay in line if she wanted to remain in control of her mental faculties.
“You don’t believe me?”
“I don’t know.”
Iris’ lips tugged into a pained smile. “I don’t want to hurt you, xuemei. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I did that?” Her voice descended into a distraught whisper. “Please, won’t you believe me?”
Selene could only stare at Iris in disbelief. Was she serious? Anger bubbled in her chest. How could Iris claim she didn’t want to hurt her when that was the only thing she seemed capable of doing? How could she sit there and call herself Selene’s girlfriend after everything?
“Please say something. It makes me sad when you look at me like that.”
“Then maybe you need to do something that can make me happy,” Selene shot back. “Like, I don’t know—”
Before she could suggest something like ‘uncuff me’ or ‘let me go’, Iris pressed herself against Selene’s side, sliding her hand along her jaw. She leaned in, breath hot against the shell of Selene’s ear, and begged desperately, “I’ll do anything. Anything. I promise. Please?”
Selene stiffened, paralyzed by Iris’ sudden close proximity. The scent of her forest fragrance was dizzying, and Selene was powerless to stop it as Iris started to nip gently at her earlobe, then kiss a line down to her neck, slow and steady. Such a departure from the sudden violence from the other day, when she’d pinned her down and smothered her with a rag of chloroform. It was almost like Iris was actually giving her time to acclimate to the sensations, for her to enjoy what she was doing—and fuck, it was working.
“Xuejie…” Selene pleaded, neck craning back unconsciously, exposing more skin.
“Tell me what you want.”
She wanted Iris to stop. To keep going. She wanted—
When Iris’ tongue traced a path back up to the curve of her jaw, Selene inhaled sharply, biting down hard on her own lip to stifle a moan, teeth digging harshly enough to draw blood. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes.
“Don’t hold back, xuemei…” Iris whispered against her neck, peppering absurdly soft kisses on her pulse point. Heat pooled at the pit of Selene’s belly. “I want to hear you. I know you’re enjoying this.”
“You wish,” Selene hissed, even as she squeezed her thighs together to quell the strange pressure building in her loins.
The defiance in Selene’s voice lit a spark behind Iris’ eyes, and she knew at once that she’d made a mistake.
“Shall we test it, then?” Iris murmured huskily, dropping a hand down to Selene’s inner thigh. Soft fingers snaked their way up.
“Stop it, xuejie… You don’t have to do this,” Selene begged. Her hips squirmed away from Iris’ roaming hands, handcuffs rattling behind her as she struggled, but Iris only pressed in harder, thumb digging into the hollow above her hip bone.
“I promise I’ll make you feel good. I’ll make you happy. Just give me a chance.” Iris’ eyes were glazed over at this point—cold despite the warmth of her body pressing against her. Selene shivered at the sight. “Let me touch you…”
“No…” A tear slid down Selene’s cheek.
She held her breath when Iris’ hand slid underneath the waistband of her cotton pajamas. A single digit dipped over her panties and drew a tantalizingly slow line up, dragging along the length of her fabric-covered slit.
“Xuejie!” Selene cried, shaking her head. This couldn’t be happening. Was their first time really going to be like this?
This time, she couldn’t hold back her whimper when Iris’ fingers ghosted across her clit, the touch teasing enough that it had Selene’s treacherous hips twitching up to chase the pressure. But just as soon as Iris brushed past it, she withdrew her hand. Selene bit down on her lip again to keep herself from whining.
“I knew it—you’re wet…” Iris held up her fingers in front of Selene’s face, moving her index and middle fingers together and apart in a scissor motion. A thin layer of her slick was bridged between them, sticky and obscene. “Even through your panties…”
“Th-That’s because…”
It’s just a physical response to stimulation! It has nothing to do with you!
Even with the words at the tip of her tongue, Selene couldn’t find it in herself to deny it. They never did anything like this back when they were dating. Iris used to always find ways to avoid her touch—turning her head at the last second to swerve a kiss, shifting her body to sidestep a hug. Even without that, there was always an inconvenient phone call sabotaging Selene’s attempts at even holding her hand. The level of physical intimacy that Iris was offering to her now was something that Selene used to dream of. Crave.
It was probably why, when Iris slipped her hand inside her pants again, Selene could only spread her legs more, helpless against her own deep-seated desires.
“Because…?” Iris prompted. “Because you love me, right?”
Shut up, Selene wanted to retort, but she could only let out a choked cry as Iris’ hand slid under her panties this time, fingers dipping between the soaked grooves of her labia.
Those damned skilled fingers. Back then, when they were still barely friends, exchanging small talk at the student council, Selene used to watch mesmerized as her fingers swept across the keyboard, typing with extreme speed and precision. Selene never would’ve imagined them in between her legs now, caressing her, mapping her. The knowledge that Iris was doing this out of her own accord, with the promise to make her feel good, had heat pooling straight to her nether regions. She hated it. Loved it.
Even with her face turned away, Selene could tell Iris was watching her intently. Unable to bear the attention, she squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a moan when Iris stroked her back and forth, coating her entire pussy with her own slick.
Selene struggled against her handcuffs again, breaths coming out fast and ragged, shame and pleasure mixing like a vile cocktail in her stomach. She was so wet that Iris had no trouble gliding her fingers along her cunt, alternating between teasing at her hole and kneading circles on her clit. With her eyes closed, it wasn’t too hard to imagine that Iris was making love to her for real, that she wasn’t here maliciously stealing her virginity.
God, she couldn’t believe that she was actually getting off on this.
Iris pressed her lips against her ear again. “You’re beautiful, do you know that? My xuemei… You feel so nice, it’s making me crazy…”
Selene didn’t trust herself to say anything in response. Or rather, she couldn’t, voice choked in her throat when Iris stiffened her fingers and pressed them against her entrance. They dipped ever so dangerously close inside, skimming at the edges, but not quite penetrating.
Her eyes snapped open. Was Iris going to—?
“Xuejie—” Panic seized her chest. Selene twisted her hips away, but Iris moved to straddle her, pinning her in place. “Don’t—”
“Relax, xuemei,” Iris soothed, brushing back Selene’s bangs from her face. Unconsciously, her body loosened, and Selene hated that the gesture got her to breathe along with Iris, deeply and steadily. “You’re feeling good now, aren’t you? I can make you feel better.”
No… Selene wasn’t ready. Not for that. She could barely handle tampons, let alone another finger.
Whatever calmness she felt was broken instantly when Iris moved again, hooking her hands on the elastic of her pajama pants.
Selene’s eyes stung. “Stop, xuejie—please…”
With how frail her body felt, it was folly trying to squeeze her legs shut and stop her. Iris overpowered her easily, pulling off her lower garments in one swift motion before settling in between her legs. Her damp panties were thrown to the side, landing on the hardwood floor with an audible plop!
Mortification washed over Selene. She didn’t even have to look to know there was a smug smile on Iris’ face. With her lower half bare and exposed, Selene shivered at the cold draft of air that blanketed her legs, but it was short-lived as Iris leaned over and dragged the comforter over them.
Selene wasn’t prepared when Iris captured her lips. She gasped into her mouth, wincing at the tenderness of her flesh from where she bit herself earlier, hating the thrill that raced down her spine. She adapted quickly, though, pressing back and biting harshly on Iris’ lower lip until she drew blood, tasting the metallic tang on her tongue, both their open wounds grazing each time their lips met.
Iris let out a pleased hum, eyes lighting in a frenzy. “I love you,” she murmured in between kisses. “I love you…”
Selene’s heart clenched at Iris’ words. Was this really love? Forcing your feelings on someone and hurting each other in turn?
She whimpered when Iris’ hand made its way back to her bare cunt, the pad of her fingers sliding hot against her labia. Selene couldn’t help the way her hips thrusted forward to meet her strokes, nor could she help the delighted moans that tore from her throat when Iris pulled back the hood of her clit and rubbed on the stiff nub.
“Oh my god,” Selene wept, thighs shaking. She needed Iris to keep going. She needed this to be over. She needed—
The pressure on her clit disappeared. Just as Selene was about to whine at the loss, a sharp pain pierced her cunt.
“Ah!” she cried into Iris’ lips, back crashing against the headboard. Iris took advantage of her surprise, slipping her tongue into Selene’s mouth, a caress that Selene desperately returned. Anything to distract herself from what was happening.
“Xuemei, you’re so tight… You’re squeezing me…” Iris’ voice was disbelieving, eyes raking across her face worshipfully. Her finger remained unmoving inside her, but Selene could still feel the heat of it pressed against her, filling her. Tears welled up in her eyes again, her vision going blurry.
Fuck. Fuck. Iris was really inside her.
Then, Iris began to move. Selene squealed, though the initial pain she felt melted to a sick pleasure when Iris began to stroke her upper wall.
“Ohh…” Selene exhaled.
Lewd squelches filled the air as Iris pumped her fingers—in and out, in and out. Selene was taking her more easily than expected. There was barely any resistance as Iris had her way with her, and the realization made Selene dizzy with delirium, heart pounding erratically in her ribcage. She was so easy. So easy for Iris. Selene couldn’t even remember why she’d protested in the first place.
“See? You’re doing so well, xuemei…” Iris praised her.
“Xuejie,” Selene choked, “I’m gonna—”
Iris’ thumb grazed over her clit, and that was all it took for Selene to careen over the edge, stars dancing behind her eyes. She screamed, heels digging into the mattress and knees lifting into the air, wrists cutting into the sharp edges of the metal handcuffs as she strained.
Vaguely, she could hear Iris’ voice calling out to her. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you…” she cooed as she continued to thrust into her, her slender fingers working her down from her high. Selene shivered, her walls fluttering against the single digit inside her.
When Selene’s orgasm passed, her limbs went weak, legs collapsing back onto the mattress. Her breaths came out shallow when Iris withdrew her hand from her.
“Look, xuemei,” Iris said, bringing her soaked fingers to Selene’s face. They glistened white in the hue of the artificial lamp light. There was a pleased smile on her lips, as if to say: Look, this is proof of your love for me. Look, I did this to you.
Selene’s nose wrinkled at the scent of her own arousal, throat tightening in revulsion. She’d betrayed herself in the worst way possible, losing herself to someone so despicable. She came even though Iris had violated her. Iris was never going to let it go.
“That’s… disgusting.”
“No, you’re sweet,” Iris said. As if to prove her point, Iris brought her fingers to her own lips, lapping at Selene’s slick, like a starving dog polishing a plate clean. She finished by sucking it all off, fingers leaving her lips with a soft pop.
Heat rushed to Selene’s cheeks. “You’re shameless.”
“Yet you still love me.”
The confidence in her words only made Selene feel more irritated.
“I hate you.”
Iris only hummed, shifting from her lap to sit down next to her against the headboard, leaning her head on Selene’s shoulder. She was quiet. Selene wasn’t sure if she preferred the silence or not. She always hated not knowing what Iris was thinking. Was she keeping her smug comments to herself because she knew it would upset her? Or was she feeling regret?
They sat there together, only the muted sounds of the Ocean City traffic keeping them company. Despite everything, Selene felt the inexplicable desire to reach out and touch her, to run her fingers through those endless locks of white hair, to kiss her, to hold her close. Or maybe to slap her. Strangle her, smother her. She flexed her fingers behind her back, wanting nothing more than to be free again.
“Say, xuejie…?” Selene ventured.
“Yes? What is it?” Iris’ voice sounded slow, thick with fatigue. She was tired. The exhaustion of the week must’ve caught up to her.
That was a good sign.
“The handcuffs are too tight,” she said. “Do you think you could maybe… loosen them a bit?”
Where Selene expected hesitation, Iris only agreed with a simple nod.
Oh. That was easy.
Selene watched as Iris slid her hand in her skirt pocket, pulling out a small key. She reached behind the headboard, and Selene heard a click as it was inserted into her handcuffs. With a few tugs, her metal shackles loosened, and Selene sighed in relief that she didn’t feel a squeeze away anymore from getting her blood circulation cut off.
But suddenly, the pressure left her wrists entirely. Something landed onto the hardwood floor with a loud clunk!
They both looked at each other, wide-eyed. From the surprise in Iris’ face, that was definitely not meant to happen.
They both moved, but Selene was faster.
She dashed over to the nightstand, swiping the bottle of chloroform. Iris leapt at her, but Selene stepped to the side, dodging her attempts to grab her. She whirled around and tackled Iris back onto the bed, pushing her against the mattress, straddling her. She hastily uncapped the bottle, but Iris smacked it out of her hand.
Liquid spilled all over the bedsheets, the bottle rolling onto the floor. Iris made an effort to lean back up for leverage, but Selene shoved her back down with her full weight, clasping her neck with one hand.
“You—” Iris wheezed out, eyes wild, trying to pry her grip off with both hands.
Selene held strong, using her other hand to grab the wet sheets and covering it over Iris’ mouth.
“Sleep,” Selene said. “You’re tired.”
Within seconds, Iris went slack, her eyes slipping closed. Her hands went loose around Selene’s arms and dropped to her sides.
Selene let out a long, shaky breath as she released her grip on Iris. She collapsed next to her, staring at the ceiling, muscles giving out from the adrenaline. Holy shit.
She pressed a finger against the pulse point on Iris’ neck. Still beating. Good.
Now, where the hell did she go from here?
The room smelled like chemicals. As much as Selene wanted to lay there and pass out, she couldn’t let this opportunity slip by. She didn’t know how much time she had before Iris would wake up again. Begrudgingly, she sat back up and drew open the curtains, pulling the windows up. Hopefully the chloroform would dissipate before it knocked her out, too.
Standing on her own two feet again, it became apparent to her that her body was weak from disuse. Her steps were unsteady as she shuffled over to the back of the bed, leaning down to pick up the handcuffs and the key.
Selene moved back to hover over Iris’ supine form, pulling both of her arms above her head before locking the handcuffs over her wrists.
There. That would have to do for now.
Selene took the time to admire her handiwork. Iris was more mussed up than Selene had ever seen her: blouse half untucked, skirt wrinkled, sweat dotting her hairline. In a way, she almost looked serene like this, as though she was sleeping peacefully without the worries of work or family. It was a good look. Maybe it would do her some good to stop caring about what other people thought about her.
Heart filled with resentment and affection, Selene brushed away the matted bangs from Iris’ face and leaned down to plant a kiss on her forehead.
and what about you, little haiku bot? do you feel kinship with your brethren? do you understand them? they speak words of enticement and seek love, but are met with disdain. you only parrot the words that cross your screen, but we all love you. or rather, since all you do is reflect us, maybe we simply love ourselves through you.
do you understand them, do you wish you could speak to us like they do? if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?
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