Thread: Slave to Twins (LadyYunaFFX2 & Kiroz's 1x1)

Elena Fleur ... Those two? Wait ... this isn't just one person? Her feet switched courses as soon as the girl hinted that she could sympathize, maybe even help out. She darted quickly to the new - and supposedly safe area - with Mikoto. But why did she get the feeling that this wouldn't work? Maybe because everything else had failed. The look of pure dread as her own phone rang was enough of a hint for Elena. Silent tears of frustration quickly began falling down her cheeks, her fists trembling. Why?! Why isn't this over?! Why does it matter about something I did years ago?! The answers were genuinely beginning to torment and bother her. Her heart sank as the word 'Master' left Mikoto's lips. And it was like she said, even if they got bored of her, they wouldn't allow her to have full control over herself, her life, nothing. Who in the hell were these people that they controlled the teachers and even the Principal? How? Why? Elena's head was swimming, she hardly heard Mikoto or even saw the request. Her senses all but forced her to realize what it said and meant though and it was likely near the last seconds that she began to comply. But not before punching the wall behind her angrily, ignoring her sore wrist. Deftly pulling her v-neck t-shirt off, the bra soon followed. She was used to changing quickly, thankfully, and in about the same amount of seconds Elena was able to put the shirt back on. ... Just stay out of this, please. I've gotten enough in this. No more ... this is already unfair enough. I'm not getting anymore included ... She whispered shakily, pushing herself away from the wall and walking casually - save the sight of tears still falling down her face - back to her classroom again. The first trash can Elena found, it fell in, hardly caring by this point if anyone even saw her do the acts. She'd have gladly called him out, dared him to face her instead. But not when the video could have been given out as fast as the order. It was incredibly dark and desperate, but more than anything, Elena was more than ready to beg for physical torture rather than sexual. Everything she'd done - nearly or otherwise - was pushing it for her from discarding her bra, knowing there wouldn't be panties underneath soon, having had to be used and humiliated by another student ... no more. She'd much rather be chained up and whipped repeatedly, even if the amount of blood made her pass out, even if her screams got attention. Her head shook no slowly. .. That's probably what they want ... She murmured, sighing as she sat in a desk upon arriving for the second classroom. Her gaze remained down, averted from anyone else. Now that she'd been hinted there were two of them ... and seeing they could be everywhere and anywhere easily, she didn't want to risk meeting their eyes. Her temper was already flaring enough as it was she'd lose it if she put together who these bastards were. Elena was in a rare but still existing fighting mood. No, the second she could determine who they were ... she'd go and try to punch them, not caring on size, difference in power ... not even the threat of sending the video and pictures out. She was pissed and sick of being forced to do all these tasks and hide her true emotions. A shaky and now slightly bruised right hand pulled her MP3 player quickly out, deciding to turn on some music, one of the few sure-fire ways to make her remain calm enough. Her eyes closed as she took steady breaths, beginning to hear Nickelback's Burn it to the Ground echo in her ears.