It was now nearing the end of t3, and Kotoko found herself in a strange relationship with Mahiru. Kotoko had always seen girls in high school being abused by their boyfriends or something similar, she always promised to never end up like that but here she was now.
Tied up and beaten by Mahiru.
Mahiru's wounds had recovered and she could move her arm and body just as normal! Now she could beat Kotoko's restrained body.
Mahiru giggled to herself and kneeled down to Kotoko's level, grabbing a lock of her hair and forcing Kotoko to look at her.
Kotoko promised to never be dependant on someone, yet here she was accepting all the love from Mahiru. Milgram had broken Kotoko's spirits and left Mahiru to pick up the pieces.
Despite Mahiru much weaker than Kotoko, it hurt to be beaten still. Though Mahiru always made sure not to be so rough Kotoko would die, that was her one saving grace.
Kotoko ponders to herself as Mahiru stares at her, what the other prisoners must be thinking with her like this? As pathetic as she is, Kotoko still had a sense of pride who was ashamed she accepted this love Mahiru fed her.
Kotoko was used to licking love off a silver spoon, and now she learned to lick it off of knives.
...Despite that, she enjoyed it.
The taste of blood on her lips was sweet and Mahiru was just as sweet as she kissed Kotoko. Mahiru cooed, "Kotoko..." Kotoko numbly responded, the other giggled at her lifeless eyes, finding them cute. Mahiru found everything about Kotoko cute, the way she cried out when Mahiru beat her, the way she was forced to inhale the scent of her blood dripping from her head, and the way Kotoko still helplessly clung to Mahiru's feet as if she were her savior.
Mahiru kissed Kotoko's neck, her hands following along Kotoko's jawline. Suddenly Mahiru gripped Kotoko's throat, causing her to choke and sob out. Mahiru couldn't get enough of Kotoko, spit trailed down Kotoko's mouth as Mahiru gripped her throat even harder. Kotoko let out a gasp for air and before she passed out, Mahiru let go and slammed Kotoko's head into the wall.
Mahiru licked the trails of tears forming from Kotoko's eyes. "You enjoy being beaten way more than I expected." Mahiru commented, Kotoko couldn't deny it. She was the one who asked for this, just as she had with all the other times. Licking the small pieces of love she felt whenever Mahiru paid attention to her.
