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    "Is this how you want to feel?" Zoey asked. Rumi started to nod, but she continued, "Use your words, baby."

    Rumi licked her lips, trying to summon any amount of moisture in her mouth.

    "I… I want to feel like… like…" She closed her eyes, trying to recall how she felt in the wildest of her dreams. "I—I want to feel like I'm less than human. I want to feel like… like I'm just a toy for your amusement."

    "You want us to humiliate you," Zoey continued, and it felt like a question but didn't sound like one. "Maybe even degrade you."

    The way she dragged out the word made Rumi shudder. A fog rolled into her brain, making her feel light and floaty and thoughtless. She nodded dumbly as Zoey spoke, mumbling, "Yeah, that."

    "Are you hard right now, baby?"

    Rumi nodded. Zoey sat up and pulled the pillow away. Rumi let go with no resistance. She was putty in the maknae's hands.

    "Christ, Mir, look at her. She's leaking."

    Rumi has a very specific and (in her opinion) very weird fantasy. Zoey and Mira make her freaky dreams come true.

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    "... I might cry." Rumi eventually broke the silence. She couldn't help but laugh at herself a little; it was ridiculous, really. There was no real reason for her to want to cry. It was just so comforting, and thoughtful, and nice, that they'd put this much effort into helping her, and she really didn't know why they wanted to when she was this disgusting, but they were, and... and she...

    Tears quickly bubbled to her eyes and slipped down her face before she could stop them, smearing the screen in front of her into an unintelligible mess and soaking into the fabric of Mira's shirt. She laughed again, but it came out as more of a sob this time, and she turned to stuff her face into the edge of the blanket with a sharp, hiccupped inhale.
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    Two times Rumi gets sick; once before, and once now.

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