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It would’ve been a few months, almost a year. A year since they were ‘forced’ to go talk to Book. It would’ve worked out in their favor. They did like Book, a lot.
Maybe they liked her…a bit too much— No! It’s not a bit too much! Maybe they should tell her…
Clicking the pink pen in their hand, they think of a few ways to confess themself to their dearest friend.
Book was reading an actual book on the hotel roof. She sat up there to watch the sunset, she loved the sun. She loved smooth transitions from it to the moon.
She also loves her friends. She wishes they were up here to watch it with her. She looks behind her to see no one.
Well not no one, she did see some Death Pacters, one who she was in the final five with. But she wasn’t very close with Pin. She sighs.
She would have to watch it alone. The sky turns a cold pink. Very sad, she almost felt like crying.
She flips the page in her book. Last chapter, at least she could have a bit of hope. Her finger traces the first word.
“Love”
“What does that mean?” A high pitched voice behind her said.
“Well, Pillow—” Book then screamed when she realized. When did Pillow get there? Was she there the whole time? So she asked:
“When did you get here?”
Pillow shrugs her shoulders and sits next to Book. Book scoots to the other side slightly, as a signal to Pillow that she didn’t really want to see her at the moment. Pillow as she always is, ignores it.
“Is it the way your chest feels when someone comes close to you?” She asks, in a tempting way. She caresses her hand on Book’s chest for a second.
“Or the way that it drips down…drip drip down your skin.” Her hands go down Book’s stomach. She parks each hand on a side of Book’s waist.
Book was confused on why Pillow was suddenly being so affectionate. Yet somehow it was working on her?
“Every single bit of you melts off and onto the pavement floors~” Pillow points at the ground. She then moves it up slightly. “The liquid then moves away onto the yellow grass.”
“The liquid transfers inside a small hole, it wets—” Book’s vagina spews out a soft gold fluid. “—itself as you just watch.”
“What just happened?” Book asked, a little freaked out.
“Aw, did the little girl wet herself?” Book’s cunt pushes liquid out again. Her facial expression was more calm, still confused though.
“It’s okay baby, most people get accidents sometimes!~” Pillow teases. She takes a piece of Book’s brown curls around her finger.
She whistles in Book’s ear. The wind brushing against it pushes a slight reactive pressure on it.
“You just seem to do it a lot more often…” Pillow whispers. She slaps Book’s wet pants hard. She slapped it so fucking hard.
She slaps it so hard that Book squeals in shock and pleasure. Her cunt spews out more juices as the slaps become harder. Her entire body turns pink from the intensity.
“Wha happen to me???” Book asked with a small drowsy voice. Her vision starts to blur, fade and darken a little bit. But the blur was intense.
For some reason she did not panic. Her breaths did not speed up for some reason, but tears did come from her eyes.
“Hush.” Pillow puts her now wet finger on Book’s mouth. She lifted her other hand above Book’s head and snapped.
“Look up here baby.” Pillow put her non-raised hand behind Book’s head. If Book even moved her head a little bit, Pillow would push it back.
Pillow moved her hand down and snapped her fingers again. “We’re going to do a nice slow count down.”
“Ten.” Pillow moved her fingers up. “Nine, my hand is past your vision.”
“Eight.” Pillow moved her fingers down. “Despite it being in your view now, your vision is hazy.
“Seven.” Pillow moved her fingers up. “Your eyes can’t reach that high, so they go all the way back~”
“Six.” Pillow moved her back fingers down. “It hurts, but it feels so good to happen over, and over—”
“And even if you don’t know whether you like me in that way or not, I’ll accept that too…” They were almost done with their letter, “Your dearest friend, Price Tag.”
Now all they had to do was make the choice rather they just hand it to her and call it a night, or actually read it to her in person. They get up to go find Book.
They see Fanny, Marker, and Pin walking—almost running—down the stairs. They stop imprint of the three.
“Have any of you seen Book?” They asked.
“Oh yeah, we’ve definitely seen her!” One of the girls said, pushing them out of the way as the other two followed.
“Never said where she was,” Price Tag muttered while walking up the stairs the group was on. When they make it to the top floor…
“whhy my head feel weriddd?” A familiar voice asked. She sounded drunk.
They look up and there she was. Book, on Pillow’s lap. Shirt half off with her nipples out, even touching one of them.
“Three, your eyes flutter because they are tired.” Pillow moved her hand upward in a way that controlled Book’s every move. Book’s eyes were rolled up so far that only the whites of her eyes were seen.
“Two, your eyes desperately crave the attention.” Pillow moves her arm one last time. “One. Your vision blackouts and you go to sleep.” Pillow snapped her fingers and Book immediately collapsed on her shoulder.
Price Tag was unsure about confronting Pillow. One of the reasons was that she could kill them in a snap— well more a rip than a snap. Instead, they sigh and go back down, this time by elevator. Stairs take too long.