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everything they had, was just another bauble to impress and add to their standing – the daughter in the most prestigious school, whose grades stood out over all others.
    They didn’t care about her.
    ‘You’re a total fuck up,’ she accused at her reflection.
    ‘You’re going to be a doormat all your life. No one will love you, and death will end up being the only thing you’ll look forward to,’ she continued, and then closed her eyes tightly, tears welling in the corners.
    ‘I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,’ she chanted, and then sniffled back her distress.
    It felt good to drop her eyelids, the orbs beneath them requiring a break. Kira decided to lay her head down, just for a while, just a few minutes so she could rest and then revitalise herself a little before finishing up.
    A gust of wind rushed over her face, cooling her skin and making her jolt up from her slouch. Her eyes focused and she saw that the window was now open before her, the night breeze wafting through and making the curtains 15

    dance.
    Leaning forward, she grabbed the handle and hauled it closed, the glass suddenly reflecting the image of someone standing behind her. With a squeak of shock she turned, catching a vague image of the woman before she was grabbed and hurled aside.
    Careering across the room she collapsed onto the pink sheets of her bed, bouncing upon the mattress, disorientated by her brief flight and from being awoken so suddenly.
    The woman dropped across her chest, pinning her down, her black-nailed hands snagging Kira’s wrists and shoving them into the sheets. Kira whimpered and struggled weakly, her eyes fixed to the visage of the woman.
    Her long snow-white hair was tied back into a ponytail, the silken locks fixed with a midnight ribbon. Her dark eyes were wreathed by a token application of brooding make-up and her lips were painted a deep blue, stretched wide upon an amused grin.
    She wore a latex basque, the material hugging her body, presenting her breasts within sculpted cups. The suspenders reached beneath her high thong and grabbed fine denier stockings that poured across her legs and into knee high zipped boots, the patent footwear armed with a dagger heel. Opera gloves rolled along her arms, the fabric rippling as her muscles kept Kira subdued, the fingers of the gloves severed.
    Kira opened her mouth to scream for help, but as she sucked in a deep gasp to unleash, the woman dove in and clamped her mouth across Kira’s.
    Panicked wriggling joined her squeal of protest and she fought desperately as her arms were hauled up over 16

    her head, her wrists being crossed before the woman’s left hand ensnared the connection. Kira tugged fervently, but the strength of this woman was more than a match for her, and she could do nothing to resist.
    The freed hand wandered down and cupped Kira’s breast, gently hugging the budding flesh as a tongue reached into her mouth. A finger teased across her nipple and she gasped with pleasure, suddenly pausing in her battle to get free. Then her eyes rolled back as the hand continued its work, bringing forth a wonderful flood of sensation, washing away her resistance.
    The pointed toes of the woman’s boots reached in and hooked to her inner thighs, the stranger forcefully making Kira splay her legs wide.
    Kira panted through her nostrils as the woman continued the kiss, curling against Kira’s petrified tongue, seeking to bring it to life with such tenderness. She could not believe this was happening; she had to be dreaming.
    Against reason she let her tongue emerge, stretching out to meet the intruder. They coiled upon one another, slippery and eager to play. She shivered as the stranger ran her tip across her lips, tickling the skin before slipping back in, probing deep.
    The hand started to slip lower, releasing breast and migrating, making Kira’s breath quicken with every second that passed of its voyage until she was panting frantically. Clawed fingers hooked the