Impossible Fates Become Reality

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She sat alone in the office room, gently swiveling side to side on the cushy chair that the building provided for the private rooms, and waited for her boys to appear. Opening her phone she checked the time, ten am, the meeting was set for thirty minutes from now. She was early for a reason though, it gave her time to eat in peace and finish her coffee before dealing with the two idiots. She sighed and flipped through the various social media apps and drank her coffee, bites from her bagel every so often the only thing that slowed her scrolling.

Ooh cute outfit, I'll add that to my cart. And after this next hit I'll be able to afford everything I've collected. So many cute skirts and tops. Shoes, oooh I cant wait.

She added the outfit and then closed her phone, glancing at the time one last time before setting it down. Ten after, she had just enough time to run to the bathroom and then get back before the boys barged in. The loud assholes that they were. She pushed the chair back and grabbed her shoulder bag and phone, making her way out of the office room and headed down the hall. She finished what she needed to pretty quickly and washed her hands. As she stepped back out into the hallway she heard it. The laughter, the voices, the innevitable feeling of doom. The boys were walking up the stairs. Shit, she didn't need to get caught by them in the hallways. If the boys caught her in the hallway, she wouldn't be able to escape the hug that lifted her almost six feet into the air. And gods, she definitely didn't want to get caught with what she was wearing. They always gave her shit for her outlandish outfits, told her that it always brought to much attention and that it wasn't ethical.

She rushed down the hall making her foot falls quiet so they didn't hear her running. They lived for the hunt and whenever she runs from them they always take the oppurtunity to chase her. Regardless of her reasoning for doing so. She quickly but quietly peaked over the railing of the stairs and got a look at how close they were to her. Shit! They were on the first landing, it would take them no time flat to vault up the stairs and get to her. She backed up and turned to finish down the long hallway.

"Little One!!! We see you. Where you going so quickly!!" She heard the call from the middle of the second set of stairs. FUCK! she was so screwed.

With out a second thought she sprinted hoping that what little distance she had on them was her saving advantage. She hated this game they played with her, always at her expense and never at any loss to them. Fuckers. She looked over her shoulder to see if they were closer. Big mistake. She didn't see the either of them, which only meant one thing. She quickly turned her head back around and ran face first into one of them, her entire body pressed against his. SHIT! His arms wrapped her up and lifted her from the ground giving her a light squeeze and swinging side to side. She felt his head dip slightly and she could feel his hot breath against her cheek.

"Caught you, Little one." His voice was deep and smooth. And it never failed to strike fear through her. To bad her body never agreed. She hated all the treatment they gave her, because it always seemed to affect her differently than it did them.

"C'mon man, drop the pup. Look! You've already got her all flustered and bothered." The other one stepped forward and gripped the edge of her skirt giving it a small tug as he lifted it. Revealing the matching panties that she wore to go with the school girl outfit.

"And what are these? Did you get all dressed up just for us, Pup. Thats so sweet." He smacked her ass and then walked around them.

She was furious, and turned on. Fuck the both of them. She hated these games.

"Put me down Shoji. Put me down right FUCKING now, so I can go break his hand for touching me." She was shaking from the effort it took to contain her rage.

She didn't want to her Shoji, he didn't really do anything. Not really. The hugs he gave her were not a big deal really, Yeah she hated being picked up but it wasn't the worst things in the world. The worst he's ever done was talk to her in that tone of voice that made her toes curl. It was always just so deep and tantalizing. It flustered her every time and she wasn't able to hide it, and she knew he saw it every time. Which made the heat in her cheeks all the worse.