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“Thank you,” Isaac says with a smile.

“I woke you up with an orgasm while you were sleeping, so you couldn’t consent. Did that bother you?” Gray asks.

Oh. Ohhh. I’m interested in this question as well.

“No, once I knew it was you, I enjoyed it. I think I should get used to having sex with you all awake before we have sex while I’m sleeping though,” she explains, her brow furrowing. “I don’t want my brain to trick me into thinking it’s someone else. It may be different if it all feels good. Sex hasn’t been an enjoyable experience until recently.”

Silla blinks quickly, and I know she’s shaking off her memories. I don’t want her to relive those, but this conversation is necessary.

“I think you’re right. Your ass was up in the air while you were sleeping, and you were so…”

“Irresistible,” Sidney grunts. “Your pussy was glistening with your release. Godsdamn, you’re so damn perfect.”

Silla blushes with embarrassment at the compliment, but it’s true.

“One more question before we get on with our day, Kitten. How do you feel about dog boy?” I ask her. It's a question that has been in my head for a bit. He’s fierce enough to fight for his place, while still submitting to his mistress. I didn’t like him much before because of his pacifist nature, but things have changed.

“I think… I may like him,” Silla says shyly. “Is that a problem?”

“Not at all, Baby Girl,” Gray murmurs. “We just need to know who we’re protecting. What’s yours is ours. He’s also kind of fun to fuck with.”

The five of us grin ferally, leaving Silla to shake her head at us.

“I love your psycho asses, but I’m not doing dishes. Let’s go,” she orders.

“Yes, Mistress,” we chortle, bursting into giggles. “Yeah no, that’s definitely Falcon’s thing,” I crow.

We’re all insane here, it’s what the world has forced us to become.

SILLA

I’m still cramping as the guards let me into the castle grounds. I’m wearing a navy blue dress, heels, and I feel like a doll. I don’t mean in a pretty, fun way. I don’t feel like myself.

I’m a perfect, manufactured person, one that my step-sister has created.

“Don’t dawdle, Crawford,” the guard barks to the man staring at me. Both have had a chance to look their fill in the dining hall before while I was being punished by the queen. “We have training to attend.”

“Yes, Sir,” he mumbles, giving me another leering smile before moving along. Thank the Gods for small mercies, though I’m sure there’s a reason Cinder chose this time. My heels click across the pavers as I walk around the castle, staying close to the wall so I’m less noticed.

I’m cutting it close to the time asked for, but running isn’t very lady-like. Forcing myself to breathe when the world starts to go blurry, I remind myself that I’m wearing my anklet. My dress brushes the ground as I walk, no one can see it, but my loves are tracking me like the healthy, obsessed psychos that they are.

Better to be over prepared, after all.

I can see my step-sister pacing along the west entrance, and swallow hard.

I can leave.

I’m relatively safe.

Nothing bad will happen to me.

“Drizella you took forever,”she admonishes, grabbing my arm.

“It’s barely four,” I remind her softly. “Wait, what are you doing?"

“I need you for something. Come along,” Cinder says, pulling me toward the partially open door.

“No, I wasn’t planning on going in. I thought that’s why you asked to meet outside?” I squeak.