#exploited--innocence

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@exploited--innocence

Levia had been attempting to cook, she was definitely trying. It wasn’t going so well though. This was a thing humans normally did right? So she should be able too as well. The food she had got from first arriving at the city was starting to run thin. She had even gotten new clothes to wear, much more ‘average’. Apparently her old ones were a little unusual- though she still kept them around.

Unfortunately she didn’t even know what kind of food to buy much less how to cook it. Not to mention she didn’t have a real source of income yet so she was on a bit of a budget. This was definitely a problem she never expected to encounter.

All the merchants in the marketplace sounded nice and they all wanted to sell her something and she wanted to buy all of it. Sadly she couldn’t. Well when in doubt she should turn to the other citizens in the city for help shouldn’t she? It had worked before . . . Kind of.

It took a bit of looking around but eventually she found one, a rather normal looking girl. Medium length brown hair, dark eyes, very casual clothing. Most importantly though she was shopping for food, and it looked like she actually knew what she was doing. Of course normal humans would be best at normal human activities.

She was still a little shy, despite her time in the city, she cautiously approached the girl from behind, lightly tapping her shoulder.

“Excuse me, I think- maybe you might be able to help me? If you got the time...”

[venomoushelianthus-ca]

@exploited--innocence should know she invited this.

Rika didn’t like to be this kind of person, she’d tell herself, the currently-needleless syringe rolling in her gloved hands. It wasn’t what she wanted to do. People should be allowed to make their own choices --

It’s just sometimes people made the wrong ones -- and she couldn’t have that.

It was almost fitting that the table they’d managed to secure in the basement of the Magenta building was surplus from a hospital -- after all! Weren’t they saving people? Wasn’t this the cure? It had perhaps been to her detriment to rely so heavily on Saeran, the little lamb he was even in his darkest moments. Too soft-hearted, perhaps. But the world could not show him softness in kind, and Rika only regretted that she had to involve Ju-Li in this lesson.

Rika didn’t regret it at all -- angelic wolf, glistening fangs inviting come under come under -- as if she wouldn’t pluck Saeran from her strip by strip of flesh. This was for his own good.

Her heels clicked against the hard concrete floor -- finished, but undecorated, no sense of home to be found in this prison -- as she circled the exam table, waiting for Snow White to wake up. Leaving Rika to wonder when she became the wicked stepmother. Her dress and stockings were plain and black, like dressed for Mass, like for a funeral -- calla lilies in vases on any table that would hold them. The room not entirely unlit, but lit poorly.

“Wake up,” Rika said, in an aspartame voice -- saccharine, but empty. “You wouldn’t want to miss this.”

[mint-eyye]

@exploited--innocence Patience was something Saeran did not excel at. However, obeying his Savior's commands was something he did excel at. Savior absolutely insisted that they spend Christmas with the cute little party planner they had led to the apartment, and who was he to say no? After all, they did have big plans for her.

So after rewiring the security camera to previously filmed footage, as well as the bomb sensitivity that rotten scumbag, Luciel, had planted in an attempt to ruin all Saeran's fun, he stayed put. Although sitting the dark and waiting wasn't pleasant, he knew he would be rewarded for his actions. If I'm patient, thought Saeran, I'll get a very nice gift.

So, he patiently waited. She should be home any time soon, right? She had cooperated in giving him the information as to when the party ended, so he had no doubts that she would be back, and she would come alone.

His giddy thoughts were interrupted by the gentle taps of a key pad, and then the eerie creak of the door handle. Once the door had shut behind her, he called, "Merry Christmas!" from the darkness, his voice brimmed with false, acidic enthusiasm. How long had he been waiting to say that? How long had he been waiting to crush Luciel's pathetic little heart?

"Well?" he pressed on. "Don't you recognize my voice? I would feel hurt if you didn't after we had such a lovely phone conversation this morning," he cooed, his eyes crinkling into a sadistic smile as he flickered the lights on to reveal his identity.

"Are you scared? Oh, how cute. But why is that? If you hadn't been so bold as to message me, I think I would have had no one to play with on Christmas.

"But now, thanks to you, I have my very own toy on Christmas." He took her cheeks between his hands, inspecting her, like one might do to livestock for purchase. "You'll make a lovely addition to Magenta, won't you?" Of course, his question was rhetorical, and surely, she understood that by now.

"What do you say? You'll come with me, right?" he asked, giving her another grin, as he held out his hand to her. "Don't you want to spend Christmas together?"