Broken, Malfunctioned & Forgotten

C H A P T E R T W E N T Y - F I V E: >>>CAYDENCE<<<

She's wearing a crop top with too much under-boob?! Doesn't she remember how crop tops are too tight for her huge breasts?! (Insert 'DISGUSTING' meme). She crosses her arms, which pushes her breasts up to her chin, she then speaks, "You were five minutes late." Rolling my eyes, "Let's just do this already." "Okay." She relaxes her arms and the shirt stretches a little more. Are they growing a little bigger? The shirt stretches and stretches until it stops and more under-boob is noticeable. 

Some guys walk by and one of them wolf whistles then blows her a kiss. She smiles and opens the door, she holds the door open for me, then she lets the door slam behind her. Parents are looking at her in disgust. I can tell she likes people noticing her, she even slides her fingertips down from the top of her breasts to the bottom and the parents cover their children's eyes. Rachel walks towards the bathroom, breasts jiggling up and down to the point where one slips from the shirt showing a nipple, then she just casually places it back in and pulls her shirt tighter with a hair-tie from her wrist. More under-boob. Honestly, I feel embarrassed walking with her, I want to dig myself a grave and have someone pour in the dirt while I lay there without a coffin.

She pushes the door open then we both head in, I ask, "Why're we in here?" She puts her finger to her plump lips full of plastic, then opens up one of the vents, "We are gonna crawl. You first. I'll tell you where to go from behind." I bend without question and kneel into the vent. I crawl and crawl forward until she fits in. I hear her boobs jiggle against the metal vent as they're too huge. She urges me forward, I can tell the boobs turn her on, which makes me groan in disgust. I could even vomit. "Left," She moans from exhaustion, "right," and after a while, "right," after a little more longer, "left. Stop. We're here."

 I roll my eyes, "You should have gone first, there's a vent door and I am as weak as a mouse, I am small enough to turn around and let you break it down though." "Well, can you squeeze past me?" She asks and I nod, "Try then." I turn around and my face is in her breasts. She moved forward?!" I move back and the vent door breaks and falls to the floor by my feet slamming into it. My mouth drops, her breasts are stretching the crop top, they're also so huge that it covers half the space, they also look more natural instead of looking like rock-hard bubbles, she then crawls forward. I crawl backwards, my feet touch a ladder, she must've been here before. I crawl down the ladder and she moans as her breasts break free of the vent.

I am so uncomfortable that I turn around in disgust. "Alright, why are we here?" I ask her. "Ian might be here," she snaps annoyed, I forgot she's bipolar, "I have been here before and there's... a blood trail?" she questions as she walks over towards the blood trail. Her crop top looks smaller than before and more overfilled. She turns around with a serious poker-face. "We might have to follow it." She says while I reply with, "Ya think?"

We follow the blood trail which looks way too fresh to belong to a dead body who died a few days ago or even a year ago. It seems as fresh as a goldfish flipping on the ground dying just two minutes ago. We're lead down a secret hallway, cell doors lining up on both sides, then the blood trail becomes two, one leads to a chest while the other leads to a box. "I'll open the chest, you open the box," she softly speaks, "on three. One, two... three!" We open the lids of the chest and box.