Nikki Town was ordinarily a nice place to live, but the news reports as of late had some people feeling a little wary. There was a small thread of mysterious yet vast crimes spreading from town to town. They seemed almost supernatural. Small artifacts from police dash cams and surveillance cameras in some of the affected areas showed broken, fuzzy footage of two shapes wreaking havoc. It concerned you a lot, but most of the residents of Nikki Town didn't seem alarmed at all, and some even joked about the report.
The thoughts came to you most when you walked home. There was about a mile long stretch behind commercial buildings where, when you walked, you were totally alone. It was sort of an industrial nook. Nothing anyone would want to walk through. It wasn't pretty. But it was quiet, and it was the shortest route home for you.
Something seemed off today. Perhaps you had been thinking too much about these enigmatic figures, because just a moment ago, you could have sworn there was a change in the air, and that you'd seen something fly overhead faster than the fastest jet. You paused, looking up at the sky, heart beating fast.
Just as you'd begun to convince yourself it was nothing, in the blink of an instant, a blonde woman stood before you, smirking. Her eyes weren't quite right. Your breath hitched, and you weren't sure whether to run or hold perfectly still.
"Hello," 18 said, reaching a hand out to grip the top of your scalp. You winced. Her grip was like a metal clamp being tightened around your cranium. It hurt incredibly, and nothing you could have done would release you from that hold. "I need a toilet," she said coolly.
You wrenched an eye open. "T-there's a public restroom on Dinky Avenue," you said between painfully gritted teeth.
She released you, watching you crumple to the ground to nurse your skull. "No, I already found one." She nudged your shoulder with her foot, turning you over onto your back. She looked you over sanctimoniously. "Women like you exist for that exact reason," she said with a laugh.
18 moved to stand over you, her feet on either side of your head. She pulled down her skirt and leggings and lowered herself to your face. It was evident she was going to...
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