The Journey with Memorable Heaven, Final Part

by Bevresel

This story, like all my other stories, is entirely fictional and involves no real people, places or events.

Chapter 14

From amid the throng of the waking orgy, Silata glanced over and met Ritilia's gaze with hers. She had returned from Muireta's office alone and thus added completion to Silata's guesses of foul play by the noticeable blood droplets flecking the front of her garments. Every excited word Celestia had just finished cheering the Harvirle residents with now completely evaporated when those elevator doors slid open. Ritilia disembarked therefrom and, despite her harsh words, addressed everyone in perhaps what was her politest tone so far.

"My fellow Harvirle occupants," she snickered. "Your former mistress is no more. I blew her head away with this very gun I carry at this moment. She and Reilo are no more. You are oppressed no more. You shall answer to only one mistress, that being myself. Although your fondness for Muireta may very well have a lasting effect on your consciences, know that Harvirle will be kept alive with your continued cooperation. And your submission to my rule."

As you can guess, many cries of outrage from some sparked up amongst the stunned, wide eyed silence of others. Ritilia held each of their gazes as her speech continued, yet with the most thorough concentration did she drill her demanding, forceful sight into Silata's watered vision especially.

"I understand some may be slow to adjust. And you particularly Silata. I expect great difficulty in controlling you. Yet to show this isn't a forceful takeover and simply a mere change in control, I shall not exile even the most difficult of adjusters. So Silata, despite your insults to me earlier, feel free to remain here for as long as your need to is required. And Kurmil, in spite of your close relationship with Muireta, neither will I bring any force down upon you. Remain or leave as you will. Yet I have more than enough acquaintances here to keep Harvirle in my splendid, sadistic clutches."

In that very unpleasant moment this fact was announced, dismissing Ritilia's speech with a final confirmation of truth. Many girls, some Silata recognized and others she didn't, stood up in support of their new mistress. Ergo, Reilo's attack was certainly not the foreseen revolution. His attempt to control Harvirle was a mere failure. Yet Ritilia's had been in the well structured planning for much longer. And only now did she strike, when absolutely everything was in place.

Directly after the dark announcement, Silata dashed to her corridor with Chelsiette and Anisha in hand. The three of them, committing the most logical act in such a face of scowling interference to the peace, locked themselves up and out of sight for two whole hours. These hours of which were spent in the discussion of the sudden downward plunge in their life's quality.

"I saw this fucking coming and no one listened to me. No one apart from Gertila and Catina showed any sign of belief. They all just looked at me and filtered all my serious words into a blender of stupidity. And now that's a deadly mistake on their part, but it is at the same time consequential to us. My darling soul mates, I'm afraid we must be leaving soon. We have no choice."

"Leave and go where?," Chelsiette inquired, her little arms folded as her brave, taut expressional little face demanded an answer. "We've finally found a place where we are sure to survive and you want to pack us up and hurl ourselves back onto the streets."

"Well the definition of home ought to be wherever our love is. And it can't continue here, not with Ritilia in the complex. I despise her. I can't love you, protect you and put all my energy into despising her at the same time. So therefore, our continued friendship is safest on the streets. And our love most certainly resides there."

"Silata, we can't simply leave," Anisha backed up her friend of equal age while her eyes, although not intentionally sharp, burned like lasers into Silata's sight. "We have friends and a home here. I've never discovered this many people who understand me in the one place. In any place. I'm not ready to leave it all behind simply because you don't like the new boss."

"Does it not bother you," Silata sighed in bitter hyperventilation. "That this new boss of ours slaughtered the last one in cold blood merely to obtain her current position?

"We hate Ritilia!," Chelsiette demanded in her voice of the highest insisting level. "But she's just one bad person we have to live with. Out on the streets we have to live with a whole world full of them."

"Exactly," determined little Anisha reinforced the words of her best friend yet again, standing in the identical posture which was so very characteristic of the two of them. When they agreed upon something, their movements were indeed in sync. "Don't feel like this is a betrayal Silata. We just want to feel safe."

"But love should skyrocket past safety on our list of priorities!," Silata screeched, almost like a striking, antagonized serpent. The two children her voice was aimed at most certainly had little choice in the reflex of stepping back. "If we start placing other importances at the summit of the list that only love should occupy, then what the fuck are we? Where is our never ending bond? If this is our attitude, then we can definitely expect it to end very soon."

"Silata, if our bond is over then it's your fault!," Chelsiette yelled, forcing her sympathetic little mind to ignore the flinching she caused to her delicate, age-superior lover. As noted before, it was in Chelsiette's power to wipe clear the taintings of sympathy from her voice when a requirement from her soul's intentions announced a strong purpose for bitchiness. And here it was, that purpose flaring above all else.

Silata hung her head. "Really? You think this is all my fault? That I'm exaggerating."

"Yes Godammit!," Anisha yelled, her eyes watering despite her solid stance on her choice of words. "You act like we're so important to you. Yet I definitely recall the very sentences you spoke at the orgy room last night. Over and over again you spoke of… her!"

Silata's head shot up, showing her pure emotion for her two temporary adversaries to see. Yes most certainly, that face beneath the skin was inflamed to a most tender, raw state in high susceptibility to be scratched to tear-flow by any words vocally sharpened. "Dilena? No, please, you must forget all that bullshit. I didn't mean shit about it. It was all an episode from my past I simply used to expose the truth about Ritilia. You most certainly can't use that as a weapon against me. Why, that would be the coldest thing you could do to your guardian so far. Colder than if you were to thrust me into a banishment to Antarctica."

"You did repeatedly say you loved her. I don't think I can even count the amount of times you've acted as if your present thinking was elsewhere during our orgies. Over this very short time together you may have fondled us like lovers. But exactly how much of us were you feeling as opposed to how much of some forgotten memory you were trying to touch in us."

"Anisha, please, save your smartass intelligence for some other time. You could never understand my life. But the two of you must understand how much I love you." Silata had once again dropped her gaze, finding her restless fingers in her lap far more comfortable to gaze at than the two pairs of eyes screwing accusation into her soul.

The now almost fatally deadly Chelsiette spoke up, her mood increased in offensive vigour like a sword sharpened to a state it could wound by a mere brushing of flesh against it. "Silata, wake up. And look at us when we talk to you for God's fucking sake! We have done nothing but follow your orders and ideas so far. It's time you listen to us. And don't expect to stand above us when you're in a state of heavy sulking like that."

Anisha nodded, helping to slap her with more relentless activity of harsh words in her sentence structure. "Yes, a moment ago you even reffered to yourself as a guardian. Yet you promised when we met that we'd remain on equal levels. Not just as soul mates but as friends. And that should mean that we get a turn to make a choice."

"Yeah, fine. I guess I should just leave all of life's selections up to you two little kids now," Silata moaned, tilting to one side until she nearly sprawled over the doona. "You can trample a heart, so you can most certainly lead our lives."

"Oh I can't take this bullshit!," Chelsiette cried, angrily seizing Anisha by the shoulders and nearly attempting to shake some further attention from her. "Come on! We'll have to move rooms. I can't sleep or even be near this mess until she quits being so fricking depressed!"

"Yeah, um," Anisha's uncertainty was increased when she suddenly realised she had not made herself mentally fit to jump upon her friend's bandwagon of completely dismissing Silata. In her heart she owed her loving protector far more than what perhaps even Ritilia owed her if ever there be a means of compensation. So she had to make it clear to Chelsiette as well that the metallic lock of their souls should not endure such a hasty melting over what should be a very minor conflict.

"Chelsiette," she began steadily, glancing over at the still emotionally damaged, immobile companion of hers. "I don't think we should be in this quick of a rush to break up the team. Please, let's just settle down this time and get everything sorted. The last thing we should do at this particular moment is fight."

"It's the first thing we should do!," Chelsiette insisted, now shoving Anisha away from her grasp as if she were a complete foreign character of poison. "We have to because our lives may depend on it!"

"Oh you must not love me after all," Silata added from the bed, scarcely generating improvement to fill the shower of bullet holes the situation had dashed over their stability. "The last thing I had to resort to in this life was that very love we established and now it's very much destroyed."

"Now please Anisha, be rational!," Chelsiette spoke in the most confident, adult words possible. "Can you not see that emotional wreck on the bed isn't any good for us?"

She stated this sentence while still avoiding touching her friend, unsure whether or not she may soon have to reproach both of them for the incessant use of stupidity. Anisha was indeed causing her to feel startled into believing her mind was well and truly betraying good reason as well. Yet ultimately, when the other girl turned to face her, it for once became truly obvious of what the meaning was behind the child's words. Regret, for she spat out the following as if it were the foulest taste of lie ever to be labelled bitter on the tongue of the equivocator.

"We owe her! That's simply it. We're not sticking with her for protection because we don't need protection. We merely owe and love…"

"Well I'm finding it hard to love her anymore and your voice tone most certainly shows you are as well!," Chelsiette snarled, snaring Anisha's hand with the intention of having her occupy her to the door anyway. "Come on, we have to make sure we'll never leave this place."

"I'll never take you against your will," and Silata's reply was so heavily fogged with sobs that her sentence was not only unheard yet misinterpreted.

"You're not taking us anywhere!," Chelsiette insisted, now pulling Anisha so firmly by the arm that leaving the room was the only option for the other child's destination. "Come on, we have to get away from this heap of sadness."

They left, whereupon Silata snatched up handfuls of the doona, hugged them to their chest in a poor simulation of a girl-child's body in her snuggling reach. A sleep soon encased her, thoughtlessness erasing her hard thinking pain and the strains all dried as tears which slid down her nose, as opposed to any solution of logic being conjured. So heavy with misery was she that perhaps this slumber was her deepest in all her years, for never before had the depth of heartbreak precisely advanced to such a severe, impacting level.

Dilena could slash apart her life, but none of her daggers could plunge to a fatal depth to finish the assault. Those touches would have to be, and sadly were indeed, issued by Chelsiette and Anisha. The two her love for had been most certain of all.

It was then she was struck by an idea just as poisonous. Yet another elevation of misfortune shining its way into her life through the coverage of a positive possibility. If Dilena had caused her so much agony, perhaps she was a figure placed into her life by destiny itself, which would have her heal this heartbreak the great scheme of things had foreseen. Dilena would perhaps now, in presenting to Silata the love she'd never shown before, act as the ultimate antidote to Chelsiette's and Anisha's rejection. A rejection of which could not be combatted in the absence of an antidote with any manner that wasn't fatal.

So therefore, merely scratching back at the slices they'd made on her in this conversation, Silata waited most patiently in a mixture of anger, frustration yet mostly confusion. The waiting was paid off by the events of the following night, when at last every resident had calmed down into a position of accepting Ritilia as their leader.

Leaving her in charge was their action of initiating the exact same plan they'd used on Reilo. Keep her happy and she wouldn't abuse such a position to bring down their home. Only their approach to her wouldn't perhaps require any authority overthrow, for at least she had the one distinguishing quality in support for her rein. And that was the fact she was female.

As for Silata, from here on in her mode was more solitary than ever. It was a necessity that her own benefits were all to be concerned with. For nothing else needed as urgent a repair as that of her heartache. Not even the downfall in Harvirle's leadership. The wound in her blood pumping organ had to obtain priority as it very well did. For nothing of a less severity could have pushed her footsteps in the direction of Dilena's room as did the current situation. And once sealing that door behind her, you could positively calculate the certain events of desperation, also in her voice yet most obviously in the mere event of once again venturing into her realm itself.

"Hi Silata," oh how wretchedly mocking was that identical manner Dilena addressed her in for the third time. Yet in turning toward her to examine her beauty sprawled out on her bed, Silata noticed once again every word-stifling element of beauty. It was on perfect naked display for her, everything unveiled save for her pink socked feet. And the bed itself were empty save for her former soul mates own occupancy. "Come on in," she drew the sheet aside in expected invitation. "I knew you'd come back to me in a matter of seconds. Or a matter of nine years…"

Silata staggered, very well zombie-like and in the form of a controlled borg, straight to where the offering of warm refuge lay. And the company, although so very bitter, would have that inviting body to shield her from the evils of the world. Soon she was embraced in it, and just like that her tears were simultaneously unleashed as well as her happiness brought to at least a half-way fill. Dilena's firm body held her back, yet the tough little teen arms caressing her back were merely there for the sake of comfort. For the sake of winning her over for some benefit other than that of the comforted. Yet right now, miserable and defeated as she was, Silata couldn't give two shits.

"Oh Dilena thank you! Thank you for still being here for me. You have no idea what the world's done to me now!"

"I'm sure it won't surprise me, you and the world have never exactly been best buddies," Dilena snickered while giving her a few strawberry lipsticked smooches. "Tell me all, now that a warm embrace has sheltered you from the lone world's cruelty."

The following sentences were spoken through stammers. Yet to not cause an extreme tedious quality to it, we'll spell it out straight to you. "I simply couldn't go on without you. And then I found them, Chelsiette and Anisha. But finding them was the worse thing to have ever happened to me, for it only lead to me losing them. Just the same way I did you!"

Dilena just chuckled and gently petted the sweet, short haired fringe offered her caressing fingers. "Why, did they also have a pair of sadistic cousins that they frigged while they broke your heart."

"I didn't mean the literal fricking sense of the same way I did you," Silata sobbed, clearing her voice to announce more steady words in the snare of her enemy which, while not at all impatient, still wasn't of the highest comfort in which her emotions could be unleashed in. "What I meant is that, despite all the happiness they brought me, it could never outweigh the heartbreak. Why does this always happen to me. Why oh why must I lose my damn home and my soul mates too!"

"Your home is still here. My cousin's merely in charge," Dilena softly spoke these encouraging words. "You may despise her yet I promise you that's simply because you've neglected to give her a chance. Trust me when I say Muireta was bad news. That orgy we experienced last night was terrible. It was a room filled with miserable little cows who didn't know whether to cry or discharge. Trust me, when an entire group of people respond to an emergency situation in such a manner, it's time to be greatly concerned for the mental health present."

"Well that means a lot coming from a little sadist," Silata whimpered, drying her nose on the sheets. Dilena permitted this.

"I'm not necessarily like Ritilia myself. Why, I enjoyed all my past little bullying experiences. But in truth they've never equalled the sexual pleasure the victims gave me before I dumped them. You Silata, among these emotional victims, serviced my feet, cunt and ass like no other. And your kiss, despite all its salty taintings of your emotions, never failed in its sharpness of complete, accurate caring. It's nice to taste the delicious, absorbent waters of one so hopelessly love stricken. More so if you don't love that person in return. So what do you say? How about we forget the day of horror and end it with a night to finally conclude our relations."

"I guess that's what I came here for," Silata sighed, her hands instinctively grabbing ahold of one of those small, miniature fragments of teen breasts under her hands. The nipple was neatly clenched beneath her middle and forefinger, squeezed lightly then rubbed, at last suckled. Dilena hummed out pleasure.

"Oh fuck, you get me wet with just a couple of those nipple attentions. I hate to disappoint you but I may cum already. Then usually I have to get straight to bed afterward."

Silata glanced up from the chest of her old friend, frowning in perfectly executed concern. "Is that really how a sadist gets to sleep at night? Simply have their head hit the pillow faster than the regrets of their actions can hit their hearts."

"I already told you, I'm not like my cousin. Now for fuck's sake, you came here for sex didn't you?," Dilena demanded, viciously dabbing at the cheeks before her. "I've done a fair share of eye drying right now. Perhaps more than I've ever done in my life. From here on in, I shall do naught but swallow your cunt discharge. So what do you say we hurry up and make the most of it. At least while there's something to be made of it for the sake of Christ."

And of course with those final words, in the complete, heated ocean of bubbling seduction, Silata went for a returning swim into her memorable heaven. Or rather, her focused, present joy as it lay beside her and tended to her every need and she to its. She no longer thought of Dilena particularly as a lover. Yet rather as an object of her past, that the physical feeling of right now was her only resort to comfort. However as these sex acts resumed, a most disturbing return of that lost love seemed to twitch its eye lids in her stomach, then nearing the end blink awake entirely. Yet for now we shall merely detail what the physicals of the situation have to say.

None of their current awkwardness impacted neither on Dilena's receptiveness nor Silata's enthusiasm. The first activity to pamper their time of togetherness was a fair sharing of cunnilingus turn taking. Dilena commenced this first on Silata, the aim to simply cheer the mood of the depressed participant. This effectively also kept the re-tasting of Dilena's most precious pelvic region free from initiation just that touch longer. Suspense increased, although not intended, was vital.

Silata leaned her head against the pillow propped at the beds end, spread her thighs wider and for the first time had that precious little tongue slide itself into her cunt. She lathered it with long awaited arousal. Finally she could allow her boiling heated liquids some type of cooling to be unleashed over the mouth work of Dilena. Dilena whose body had inspired such signs of passion in the past yet had failed to ever have been soothed of these sharp, electric bolts of physical adoration.

Dilena performed this act without complaint, obviously having tasted many cunts and no longer seeing it in any manner as a disgusting performance as she most certainly did when she was seven. Back then she'd been prepared to take its effects while never dealing it out. Yet now she did so more expertly than that of every pair of lips and tongue Harvirle had to offer. The mixture of suctioning, clit nibbling and gentle, slit gliding movements had Silata reintroduced to the pure awe of her talents. And although this particular talent had never been felt from her before, slipping free every burst of orgasm in response to its efforts was well and truly identical to having stepped into the warmest spa of the present power of memories.

"Oh fuck, this is brilliant Dilena! Oh shit, motherfucking wonderful!," Silata muttered these words then sealed off their avenue of emergence by clenching her teeth during the final stages. The hot rush and nerve touching excitement was at last brought to its peak and after the most lengthy occurrence of its beautiful, pure existence in life, the ecstasy died. Dilena sprinkled kisses around her thighs, lapped the juices from the cunt lips, ensured that the clit was too tender to take another of her smoothly executed tickles.

Then, extracting her attention from the other girl's pelvis, Dilena lay back upon the other pillow in the bed's opposing direction, spreading those gorgeous teen thighs so the fullest view of her wonderful pussy was once again open sight to Silata. "Hurry up, it's your turn," she snickered in a voice which was most content with her deserving of these pleasures. "Come taste the very cunt that your tongue has failed to discover again in nine years. The unbeatable fluids of Dilena Perstin's snatch! Silata, it's all yours finally."

On all fours and bowing as best she could in such a posture before the goddess, Silata crawled like a dog to her and lowered her head. Then, at first shyly as if imitating a dogs mere lapping of a water bucket, she began the attentions to Dilena's cunt. But as that taste undoubtedly filled her with all the persuasions to pursue it all the way to the very deepest regions, she completely sprawled herself on the bed before it and permitted her equanimity of devotion to entirely take over. The licking was endless in that adorable teen's vaginal entrance.

"Oh fuck, I never forgot this tongue! I could recognize it anywhere dammit!," Dilena cheered, seizing the short haired head and encouraging it forward with all the guidance required. Then there was forever accuracy in those licks of the most tremendous skill. One very precious cunt was further watered, wetted then soon leaking with more of that rare fluid tasted only by Silata in her childhood. And with the same intent now as then, she'd hate to miss a drop of it.

That precious little teen's hole yawning before her was not neglected in the slightest. The tongue flicked itself everywhere, swam over every segment of skin it could touch. Every droplet of both the hottest arousal or the slightest trickle of perspiration was accepted and downed through Silata's jaw. Dilena moved about, shuffling only slightly to better introduce the area toward that warm, sticky little mouth of her former friend who failed to miss any section. She flicked the tip of her tongue about in the interior, slid it up and down over the slit again, gently darted it at the clit now and then to further increase a mixture of teasing frustration and sharp bursts of pleasure.

"Holy fuck you put me into the hottest fricking state Silata! I forgot how good you were at this. Oh shit, I'm certainly going to unleash soon. Ah! Better get fucking ready." She squirmed about, sat up and was the whole while followed on the groin by the devoted, suckling lips. Her cunt was truly swimming in the most loving waters. Waters of saliva which produced a tongue of the finest massage qualities. The entire interior of her tight little cunt was not only bathed with Silata's leaking mouth yet also deeply stabbed, intruded and soothed with the pampering softness of the plunging tongue.

"Oh yes, here I come!," Dilena announced, digging her fingers into the scalp before her as rudely as her sheer pleasure permitted them to do. She heaved her sweet little pelvis forward and brought her pussy to Silata's tongue, simply demanding even a further requirement of attention. Although this was merely a case of last minute, unnecessary excitement soon taken to the complete summit with one last little flick of the tongue. Then the teenager was thrown into the wonderful pit in orgasm's realm. And a most delicious flow of juices was granted the pampering, still neatly lapping tongue that Silata had kept in constant, loyal contact with her pussy lips the whole time.

"Oh shit, that was indescribable," Dilena groaned, leaning her head against the pillow, resting the rear of her skull thereupon until her young beating heart slowed to its normal pace. The heated little cunt between her legs eventually stilled its pleasure too after having wept enough gratitude for Silata's tongue to at last lap up, the sweet aroma accompanied juices very much appreciated. Especially in their immense difference in abundance now, than to the few poor trickles which had presented themselves during the cunnilingus Silata had performed upon her as a child.

Beneath that smooth, gently breathing teenage belly, Silata rested her head on the firm yet soft cushions of Dilena's thighs. The younger girl also spent these few seconds catching her breath, merely petting her friend upon the scalp and fetching a few handfuls of hair to run those fresh little fingers through. No conversation disturbed the peace until a new idea of spectacular quality was spoken of. And very eager to initiate, Dilena was sooner in the position than Silata had even thought it up.

"How about a tribbing?"

And scissoring to the very hilt of 1 am was what they accomplished. Their togetherness was blessed and ever more fervently on the increase for their one-way loving relationship's regeneration. It would be a lie to say that not every single one of their passions were satisfied by the following event.

Dilena gently lifted one leg above one of Silata's while settling the other underneath its partner. Once ensuring she was positioned so her hot teen pussy was in the wondrous focus of her friend's, she made the first ramming move forward and pressed both slit and clit together. Silata, humping straight back, elevated her hips and dealt back a few of those rough blows before they merely settled down to sliding their leaking vaginal entrances over one another. Their thighs, feeling ignited from the inside, were indeed two precious areas to touch which led up to their hotly inflamed pelvis fronts. And these very thighs rocked over one another and the movements of their flesh in such areas as the entwined legs were lubricated by their perspiration.

As for their freshly oiled teenage cunts in now direct contact, not a single further speck of lubrication was required down there. One slid simply by another and their clits kissed together, the whole while the up-thrusting of their buttocks kept their groins in a constant slapping and their genitals set to oozing forward extra leakings of pleasure to second their first discharges.

"Oh fuck, Dilena this is where I've wanted to be my whole entire fricking life!," Silata declared with as many tears in her eyes as there were orgasmic juices in her cunt.

Dilena's reply was a cheeky smirk soon turned into a gasping, open little shocked adolescent mouth. "Oh… oh fuck, I can't hold on any longer. Silata, I'm gonna give!"

"That's okay sweetie, I'll take care of you like I've always wanted," Silata declared as she too broke the dam and their simultaneous love then came to full circle.

Their thrusting increased, Dilena sighed then screeched, Silata doing an equal amount of groaning. The slapping sound of two gorgeous pussies contacting each other in harmony was all that could be heard within that particular pocket of the corridor. Their hips swung forward and in a sudden sharp, intense moment, their clits furiously rubbed against one another and the harsh sensitivity made them leap apart in both sharp stinging mixed in well with pleasure. One girl's discharge spattered to the other's belly, and their legs remained snaked over each other as they came sliding their slippery way toward one another one last time.

"Oh by fuck I've never felt so hot before!," Dilena cried, her voice almost fragile in the trembles of pleasure while she ran her sweet little cunt toward Silata's for a last few throbs of contact. "My fucking blood is on fire!"

"Here," Silata moaned, sliding her slit over Dilena's those required last few times to bring out the remaining discharge her friend had stored. "I'll cool it for you sweetheart."

"Oh thanks Silata, your cunt is all that mine's ever needed," she snickered, very little serious tone in her voice with that last sentence. Yet as for her opposing tribade, Silata was as serious as heavy spoken confessions could be.

"Same with you Dilena. Everything my pussy has ever felt since I left you was merely a longing to somehow resemble them to yours. I never officially recall you having permitted my cunt to officially make a tribbing with yours all those years ago. Yet most certainly, whenever it was wetted since, it was imagining contact being achieved with that precious organ between your thighs."

"Ha! Well, I guess all your soft, flooding love is coming in the hottest waves now eh?," Dilena chuckled, shifting her position so one leg wouldn't fall asleep beneath the heavily impacting bone of Silata's thigh. "You tried to deny it. Attempted to place Chelsiette and Anisha on a throne higher than mine. Yet I guess failure has been your only result. You've admitted it now."

"Yes I most certainly have," Silata spoke with a confidence that utterly contradicted all that her interior system screamed to her. Sitting now with Dilena and soothing her pained longing for her had very little to equal the true, understanding love experienced in her threesome. Flashes of Chelsiette's tender little face, fragments of her confession of loneliness. Flashbacks to Anisha announcing their closeness, her understanding of rejection. Their ever lasting promise which hadn't been so ever lasting. Yes, Silata's brain had a plentiful mixture of agony in sync with her release.

The two girls sat for a while, leaving their legs to remain entwined so the feeling of each other's flesh would be present for as long as possible. With their lower parts in tangles if not precisely conjoined, their love at least felt to be in a comfortable lock with one another. For matters of sweetness amid the delicious tasting of each other's saliva, they shared a raspberry lollipop while they discussed Silata's most current dilemma.

"Are you now regretting ever having found your two new 'soul mates' as you call them?," Dilena inquired with all the gentle intent required in her voice to soothe the sentence's poison.

"I will never say that," Silata admitted, discarding the lollipop for her friend to suckle while she answered. "I still love the two of them. Chelsiette was the one who deliberately hurt me this afternoon. She seemed deeply angered at my behaviour last night."

Dilena giggled. "What behaviour? Are you referring to that simple situation where you confessed your love for me in the middle of a disaster?"

"It was to merely put your cousin in the fricking place she deserved," Silata snarled while continuing. "Anyway, at the time I never even thought of those words impacting on our relationship."

"Well, you must have surely been momentarily blinded. If not a little stupid. Ha! Were I capable to love that would have been the first thing to cross my mind. I guess your vengeance came first. Ergo, I think it's now about time you lost your hatred for my cousin. Resuming to despise her after this episode with me tonight will bring you no fortune. I can't love someone who is a threat to my family."

"I was unaware you could love anyone," Silata replied, yet sliding about so her slightly tingling pussy moved in closer toward Dilena's bare vagina as well. "I thought Ritilia would have rid you of the idea of love."

"Oh she can go on for hours about fallacies. But if love is truly a falsity, then I may as well fake it for you. You deserve it. Silata, I can't produce that miracle dream you require. But if you want a special little friend, I'm right here to provide something of an antidote for your heartbreak."

Silata took the lollipop as Dilena passed it back, carefully studying the teenager's pretty features, still filled with all the cheeky quality that they must have been born with. "Dilena, I love you truthfully. Even more now than I did back then, if it's possible."

Dilena giggled, muttering. "Well, perhaps only because you just lost Chelsiette and Anisha. I highly doubt I'd get this same affection if they'd remained loyal to you. I could almost guarantee you'd have fled this complex or maybe taken a gun and attempted to shoot my cousin. One never knows what a love stricken maniac will do."

"Thank you, you are so very kind," Silata replied with the heaviest concentrated sarcasm. "But I could have prevented it if it wasn't for my stupidity last night. I made a mistake, and now I'm just trying to fucking convince myself that Chelsiette and her little childish tantrum this afternoon are responsible for it all."

"No honey," Dilena snickered, manoeuvring her thighs so her cunt slid even closer to Silata's, almost touching slits. "Trust me, as soon as I laid eyes upon Chelsiette, I could see she'd be the type to toss you out for others. Why, she's not as pretty as I was at her age. But by fucking God, I can see the exact same, sneaky little intent. The same insolence. The same high rate of self-care and limited consideration for others."

"No, I must insist you're mistaken there," Silata whimpered, fumbling about in her memories to desperately find a competent shield for the soul mate currently under vicious conversational attack. "Chelsiette just went through an angry episode, as we all do. Especially as children. I can guarantee nearly every kid on the planet has once or twice yelled so savagely at their parents in an argument that they've accidently admitted to hating them. But the hatred is always temporary."

"Silata, you're not their parents," Dilena replied, suckling on the lollipop strong and thoughtfully before passing it back to her friend. "As a matter of fact, unlike the myriad supply of orphans here, both their parents are still alive correct? Well, perhaps they're regretting their decision to leave them. It's always difficult to leave one's parents you should know."

"I do very well know!," Silata's voice took on a savage edge. "I left my mom! But I haven't missed her since I came here. This was my place in the world and although I loved her, I couldn't be happy in her care. It's the same situation with Chelsiette and Anisha. I can see it in their eyes that they don't miss their parents. If they did they would have expressed it in some way or another by now."

"Oh Silata, one's deepest secrets are always late to divulge," Dilena snickered. "As for me, there were a number of times I required my mother's services again. I ran away twice with my cousin, in attempts to live on our own. Yet when she failed to produce me enough kind treatment to render me the princess I am, then twice I returned to my mother's. She did everything to beg me not to leave again. She was ultimately a silly bitch. Before I left her the last time, I do recall spitting straight in her face. But I believe she would have lapped all it up. My saliva is indeed precious enough to have been a quality goodbye present to the old cow."

"Dilena, you have absolutely no feeling at all," Silata scolded. "So don't try to lecture me on the possible emotions of my lovers."

"No feeling?," Dilena giggled, sliding her thigh further down the side of Silata's hip and the other between her legs. Their cunts touched again then basically rested together, happily starting to return fresher tingles to them both. "How's this for feeling. Fuck, I'm so hot again," Dilena chuckled, moving so they made another slow tribbing movement.

"Hold off," Silata sighed. "If we get started we won't stop, then we just won't make any progress in this conversation."

Dilena responded by tightly clenching her thighs over one of Silata's legs, border lining actually cutting the blood flow off. This of course was accompanied by a sweet, naughty little grin. "How about now? Do you feel me now?"

"Cut it out, you know what I mean by feeling," Silata groaned. "You didn't feel anything for your mother. You simply treated her like a slave."

"She very well was my slave."

"Whatever. But please try to understand that I had a different reason for leaving my mom. As did both Chelsiette and Anisha. They hated their parents. I couldn't be happy with mine. So we therefore made a team with the deepest understanding. I kept this understanding alive for a couple of weeks and it is certainly valued as my most deep connection ever made. Even more than the one I attempted with you."

"I think you appreciated me better because I didn't love you back," Dilena suggested, keeping her legs clamped so Silata soon could feel neither her shin nor foot. "I believe that my cruelty to you put the spark in this love that never died."

"I'm not like that. I liked being loved back far better than getting a pathetic little simulation of care," Silata moaned, still trying to free her leg from the other girl's grip. "Chelsiette and I formed an understanding, one that neither of us will forget. So sooner or later she'll come to me to apologize. As for Anisha, she doesn't really need to apologize. She looked like she had mixed thoughts on the whole situation."

"And why are you telling me this?," Dilena demanded, her voice neither sour nor precisely lifted by charm. "I suspected you were visiting me to admit you hated those two little freaks. Not to simply work it all out in your own head. Why, if you're so certain they'll forgive you why not rush to their rooms right now. Can't you find them?"

"No Dilena, I care deeply for you. I enjoy how you take the heaviness out of this situation," Silata gently cried. "I've never exactly possessed a humour source of my own." She simply slid her legs further into the tribbing position, whereupon the grip on her leg loosened. Obviously, by going with the movements Dilena lost all interest in attempting to trap her into position. Their cunts were poised, ready to make that sweet, pelvis thrusting love again.

"Well, if you wish to take the seriousness out of the situation, you should speak to Ritilia again as well," Dilena chuckled. "My cousin does seem to like you, even though she's reported you as an immense annoyance to all her followers. But were you to prove to her that you can survive without these pathetic, pointless inventions like love and companionship, I'm very well sure you won't have to suffer again. You must surely be getting bored of your constant misery by now."

"I am," Silata murmured, soon cheering as the excitement of the cunt contact moved to the very forefront of her brain. "Um… Dilena. Do you think we could go ag…"

"I'm way ahead of you honey," Dilena snickered and gently rubbed her pussy forward, aiming so brilliantly that their slits slid past one another in the comfortable moisture of the finest, juiciest cunt contact so far. With one teenage cunt against another, two very hormonally charged little female genitals were soon yet again in the hot waters of discharge, that of which both their clits and slits swam in with great enthusiasm.

Dilena, proving slightly more energetic than Silata, basically held the reins to this tribbing. Her power basically controlled all of Silata's exhausted, comfort-requiring emotions. And so, acting in the role of the embracer, Dilena's cunt basically controlled Silata's all the way through the tribbing. Silata knew that her every throb of pleasure attended to and every itch scratched was certainly the favours of the younger girl who took control of it all. Although only one year her junior, Dilena was well and truly responsible for guiding her all the way through it.

Silata responded, concentrating on merely keeping their legs interlocked. Other than that, she simply let herself float atop the wonderful clouds of her lover, and her immobility proved very beneficial. Her still cunt when rubbed at by another caused the other to flow too. So Dilena came once again in timely cooperation with Silata's discharge.

It ended with them both eventually raising their butts off the mattress and ramming their cunts together in a complete fucking frenzy. Female discharge squirted from very tender teenage sex organs and after each of their pussies were completely bathed in their shared release, at last they finally settled down together. Yet this time, Silata hurled herself atop of Dilena and laid upon her warm, hard naked body. She kissed her mouth, lathered her small breasts in affectionate licks and suddenly spoke a series of sentences which admitted her every feeling.

"I love you. Oh God yes I love you Dilena. I fucking swear on Heaven itself, all I've ever wanted was my memories satisfied."

"And now they have been," Dilena chuckled warmly, once again petting her friend's scalp as she cradled her head to her chest. Silata, feeling that tight fleshed little torso take its exhausted sharp breaths from under her, was suddenly convinced she had stepped into the heated liquid of Heaven's ocean once again. Her love at last at peace, her nerves sizzled to the highest satisfaction. And over a slightly wet torso sprinkled with discharge flecks and sweat droplets, she rested her head. Let her ear be warmed by the flesh and the sound of her one love's beating heart cradle her off to sleep. Nothing more had to be said on that particular evening. It wasn't until ten the next day that the two girls awoke and set about getting ready for breakfast.

After dressing each other in the prettiest garments they could find, they headed to the dining room. Silata had smoothly paled her face with the lightest make-up while reinforcing her eyelids with the shadow of darker cosmetics. Her dressing gown was of the brightest, creative flow of silky green fabrics. Dilena wore a similar one in purple, her lips neatly lined by the perfected deep toned red her friend had helped apply. They were seated as a crammed couple at one table end, for the first time attending a meal officially held by the new Harvirle owner. And she sure as hell wasn't hesitant to take her place at that table's very head. Ritilia addressed them all from there. Silata and Dilena were her direct opposite, and she especially enjoyed playing with their gaze while exchanging visions with others on a frequent basis as well.

Her speech is of very little interest to the reader no doubt. Nothing more was spoken by her than what you could imagine were her frequent lectures. However afterward, having noticed Dilena and Silata dining together and even their act of sharing a fork, she took the two of them aside for a private interview of her own.

"Silata, I noticed your little soul companions looking a little baby-faced and concerned during our breakfast just now," Ritilia chuckled, sharing a smirk with Dilena while Silata's expression struggled to remain indifferent. "Do you think perhaps continuing your relationship with my cousin may cause a little scarring to them perhaps?"

"I don't give a fuck if it does," Silata murmured her response. This was precisely what the two malign females in her company were awaiting. Ritilia's smile stretched to impossible lengths up her cheeks, Dilena's was more than content. "I can't stand either of them anymore. They walked out on me when I was in the deepest requirement of their love. So I see no reason to pretend my need is still great for them. I have you now Dilena. Finally I have you to myself again."

She glued her lips to one cousin and was embraced back. Ritilia enjoyed watching their relationship resume in each other's arms, beginning the remaining segments of her interview. "So you are now an entirely separate cell to the three which made up the body of your recent love? You have disjointed from them? May I ask why?"

Silata responded by hugging Dilena tighter about the waist and it was pure luck only that she didn't see the younger girl role her eyes while this love riddled enfolding continued. Simply feeling her arms clasp her back was plentiful sign enough she was still appreciated. Yet as she realised the audio of her sobs was soon rendering her voice completely incapable of speech, she left it up to her new found soul mate to resume what she wished to announce. Dilena, picking up on this, did indeed so and Ritilia petted them both on the back for it when she was done.

"Chelsiette basically threw a complete tantrum, made a heartless episode out of her accusations against you yesterday along with her revelation of love for me. Took it too personally and so therefore, decided she didn't trust Silata anymore. Not only was she using the most difficult level of insult to combat her with, but she encouraged along Anisha as well. The two of them are gone and I'm afraid there's no getting them back. So Silata came back to me instead. And thank fucking Great Memorable Heaven itself that I was there for her still."

Ritilia smirked while gently petting one of the crying girl's gowned shoulders. "Well, I'm sorry Silata. But I guess your prediction of me the other day came true. You were afraid I was going to break up your love with Chelsiette and Anisha. In a way I still did. For if it weren't for you feeling particularly encouraged to verbally attack me the other night, they'd have still been in your arms."

Silata for the first time defended her adversary after gently wiping her nose on her own gown collar folds. "No, it wasn't your fault. Even before that they'd been growing impatient with me."

"Perhaps the growing was simply the case of growing up," Ritilia suggested with a shrug. "It is true we all perform stupidities in our childhood. Dilena's actions lost her a relationship with you. It's merely thanks to luck that our paths crossed again and she was able to construct the reparations for it. We can only hope that the same can be said for your soul mates. When they officially grow up, perhaps they can fix the immense pain they caused you. Would you like that? Would you really look forward to that Silata? Would you want to be their friend again?

"No!," Silata cried, shaking her head bitterly and even pulling away from Dilena so she was physically spacious enough to make arm gestures with her declaration. "No damn way! We're through. The three of us was a stupid idea and until I start looking after myself, I can't expect to ever escape my misery. Like I said personally to your cousin last night, I'm bloody fricking tired of my depression."

"Very well," Ritilia snickered, a light of brutality now shining from her pupils. Yes, there was something like certain venom radiating from her eyes while a thoughtful scratching of her smoothly fleshed chin accompanied this next, rather delicately innocent sentence. "It was Chelsiette wasn't it? She was the one who commenced all your grief just as Dilena and I guessed. Correct?"

"Well that bitch drove in the knife, Anisha simply yanked it out and let me bleed to death," Silata insisted, her clenched fists eventually loosening to weak, unfolded hands. "But please, at least promise me there'll certainly be no more unpleasantness over this."

Ritilia placed a firm kiss on her lips, suckled her mouth while sharing a knowing look with Dilena. The look was cradled between both their gazes as they set about comforting Silata. Dilena's hands played over her gown, underneath the front folds and finally rested on her bare breast, massaging them. Ritilia resumed the kiss after swiftly catching her breath and only declared a few minutes after this short loving session had reached completion. "No more unpleasantness indeed. Not for us."

After the three of them broke apart, the day continued almost in an identical fashion to the manner in which the orgies had been instructed during Muireta's rein. When the night finally came about, Silata was unable to contain her jolting excitement to share the bed with Dilena once again. As they skipped down the corridor cheerfully, nothing could separate those tightly clenched hands which embraced one another from the wrist down. Dilena kicked in her door, ushered in Silata and slammed it behind them. Without doubt once inside her room again, their clothes didn't enjoy the privilege of clinging to their bodies for long.

From the corridor outside, Ritilia raised a pretty, jagged nailed hand and waved them off. Then turning away, she vanished elsewhere into the complex. Upon exiting her room, Chelsiette bumped straight into her, commenced an apology yet ceased it with a bitter groan noticing who it was. From behind her, a half dressed Ninnie leaned out from their bedroom door. Her gown was well separated from her left shoulder and had one flat, bare nipple on proud display.

"Chelsiette, come on inside. Quick!"

Chelsiette turned back to join her yet Ritilia grasped her by the small shoulders. She smiled as she felt the child sigh in her grasp, completely disappointed at having to face Harvirle's ruler. "Well what happens to be the rush sweetie? Where were you going anywhere. I see you and Ninnie have business to attend to in there."

"I just came out to get a drink, will you let me go now?," Chelsiette yanked her arm free from Ritilia's grip, starting to back safely toward the room where her new lover awaited. Ritilia kissed them both, first the trembling forehead of Ninnie and second the teeth chattering mouth of Chelsiette. Then, consuming the latter completely in a hug, directed her toward the hallway again.

"You don't have to be afraid of me. We're all friends here in Harvirle. It's essential that you show me the same respect you would Muireta, if you are to successfully keep her memory alive. Therefore, I say it most required that you come get a drink with me. I shall even escort you. Relax on the bed Ninnie, we'll be back shortly."

Ninnie still looked at their vanishing backs for a while, the small trembling one of Chelsiette alongside the rear on proud stride belonging to Ritilia. They vanished toward the elevator, of which the trusting new mistress had recently changed the code. They were the final thoughts of terror Ninnie experienced before entering back into her room, that once down there Chelsiette may be refused access upstairs again. And by God it was certainly freezing cold outside. Yet accepting such things were out of both her and even her sister's power, Ninnie retreated back to her business and rugged up under the covers, soon simply masturbating when it seemed obvious that no sign of Chelsiette's return had shown positivity.

Silata and Dilena very much enjoyed their second experience of one on one as two horny, teenage girls. As they assembled into a new tribbing position, a few floors downstairs from them Chelsiette and Ritilia at last arrived at the lobby drinking tap. "Here we are. See, you can trust me," Ritilia laughed, gently playing about with Chelsiette's rear shoulder strap. Frowning yet picking up a paper cup in the helpless simulation of trust anyway, Chelsiette reached for the tap handle.

At precisely the same time, Ritilia casually removed the revolver from a hidden rear holster. She swung it, offering more than the mere metallic tap which was required to cause the little girl before her instant loss of consciousness. Chelsiette's miniature knees quivered and she fell backwards toward the floor, landing in the catching grip of Ritilia who casually swung the child over her shoulder then departed the lobby.

Outside through a commencing pouring of rain, Ritilia carried the silent child to a casual pocket of stone drilled into the side of Harvirle. Once entering and sealing the door behind her with a small boulder she kicked into place, she had a mere staircase to descend. Once at its base, the two of them were in the midst of a secret, candlelit chamber of which was barely spacious enough for the two of them. This secret hideout, having been located by Ritilia on her arrival, was kept secret from everyone and only one other thing aside from themselves occupied the room. That being a simple toolbox with a variation of nails, screwdrivers and pliers.

After having set the kid down atop a bed of broken animal bones and a few fragments of yet another perished, missing child, Ritilia clicked open the toolbox. After gathering her precious assortment of weapons, she overpowered Chelsiette so well that in the child's waking moment, she didn't even have to tie her down.

Whilst this occurred, Silata's movements with Dilena at last came to a close and the younger girl slept upon her chest, cuddled right close into her superior sized breasts. It was precisely at 2 am that a wet-faced Ninnie appeared in the doorway, hysterics emerging from her small, emotion-choked voice as she cried to Silata.

"Chelsiette's in the hospital!"

Silata sprung out of bed, leaving a mildly disturbed Dilena behind her and dashed directly down the corridor, not even bothering to change from her gown in a rush to leave the premises. She arrived in the rural area hospital with hardly a single transfer in clothing to the hurried garments she'd simply tugged on over her shoulders upon her leaving.

No sooner did she locate Chelsiette's room than did she burst through the door to notice her in complete horror. The girl had her lower half thankfully covered by the veiling of a sheet, to glimpse that would have certainly dragged Silata's sanity down to the depths of full destruction. Yet despite that coverage, her arms were still set for her entire view. And at the ends of both of these, there'd not been a fingernail left intact. Only raw skin remained. Her face, now more pale than ever, was well robbed of several flesh segments, looking to have been ripped free from contact to the sides of her jaws by the art of pliers.

Silata dashed to her side, hugged one harm close to her face and sprinkled kisses thereupon, sobbing heavily. "Oh my darling, I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry."

The officer sharing the room with the child stepped out to give them privacy, whispering only what he thought was a promising statement as he left. "Not to worry. Once we have a warrant, Harvirle will be investigated as soon as tomorrow afternoon."

Silata was so choked with misery that she couldn't even fully process his sentence. She merely kissed those little fingers, then her forehead and finally her mouth. Perhaps because such strong loving was blocking airways, Chelsiette snapped awake at that, still visibly terrified.

She moaned, tears filling her eyes yet ultimately refrained from thrashing about in her agony. She simply managed to cough out some gentle words. "Silata, I'm so glad you came. I love you. I love you and I always have. Please forget… forget everything I said yesterday, I was just… please.."

Silata hugged her, nuzzling her neck while her emotion nearly screamed into the child's ear. "It's okay, it's okay I forgive you. Don't even think about that. I'd always forgiven you. Nothing you could do will ever stop me loving you. Chelsiette, I'm so sorry about that whole fucking Dilena bullshit. It's over now. It never began. I never fricking loved her. No matter what experience I shared with her it just never equalled the love we created over our few days together. Chelsiette, trust me, you and Anisha are all I ever needed."

Chelsiette continued to speak through a screen of wheezes over her voice. Yet without doubt, a cheer had then been introduced to her precious little voice box. Along with a smile, showing her beautiful mouth absent of a few teeth. It produced all that Silata longed for as the most perfected, reconstruction of their love. Even if the circumstances in which they'd been mended were so ill.

"Thank you Silata. I love you too. Don't blame yourself for this. It was that bitch Ritilia."

"Did you tell the officer?"

"No. I didn't want to get Harvirle in trouble. She hurt me then just left me on the front lawn. Gelsina found me. I think she wanted me to be found. You're right Silata. She wants to destroy Harvirle. She wants to crush the lives of all the girls that live there."

"It's okay Chelsiette. You can tell the truth to the whole public now. There will be an investigation anyway. It's all over for our home. I just want to ensure that evil, sadistic slut pays for what she's done."

Chapter 15

Anisha arrived around twenty minutes after Silata. Without even having to be welcomed or encouraged, she flung herself into both their embraces and completed the reunited threesome with all the kisses she could dispense.

"Oh shit Chelsiette, what happened?," her voice was so fogged with tears she could hardly speak directly. She especially increased misinterpretation in her voice while wiping her nose and had to be asked several times before she could sanely produce the question. "Are you dying."

"I don't know," Chelsiette squeaked in terror while Silata gently petted her cheek, avoiding dipping her fingers into any of the blood dried scars.

"No, if you were dying you'd still be in intensive care. You'll be just fine but I don't know how long it may take for you to heal up entirely. You're just going to have to wait here until we can…"

"I can't wait here, not another hour!," Chelsiette insisted, sitting up and wincing in the most abundant pain. With a shriek she fell back down upon the pillow and started wheezing in hysterics. "The police. I think that officer recognized me. They'll take me back to my fucking parents. I know they will!"

"Chelsiette," Silata began gently, cradling her injured little hand and Anisha's at the same time. Just like their first official meeting the day she was acquainted with them, they both watched her with eager, wide-eyed patience while she gave her speech.

"I think it may be better if the two of you do wait here for your families to pick you up. Let's face it, Harvirle is gone. They won't arrest Ritilia and turn a blind eye to the rest. You've been tortured Chelsiette. Tortured almost to death. You, a beloved angelic child, viciously attacked. People will want answers. And I'll have to give them. I must ensure Ritilia doesn't escape or else more little girls will be harmed like you've been. I'm afraid, very soon, we'll have to say our goodbyes and…"

"No!," Chelsiette cried, coughing violently with the word, the scars on her neck looking almost to tear the bandages with her rapid breathing. "No, fuck no Silata. I'd sooner die. I'm not going back to my parents ever! And I'll never leave you again! Not now, not ever!"

Anisha leapt in instantly as well, her voice heated with a mixture of bursting love and anger, in beautiful simultaneous cooperation. "Silata, that's not an option. You'll have to kill me as well before you'll make me return to my family. They didn't love me. My mom hated me. I was made to do all the chores back there and clean up after their shit without even a kiss on the forehead. My home is Hell. But Harvirle is Heaven. I met each and every creature who has ever showed me kindness there. Apart from you and Chelsiette of course. So you can forget it. Either it's Harvirle or nowhere."

Chelsiette's insisting was just as equal in power. "I hate my family. I hate my mom. She didn't love me. She was just raising me to be one of those awful, disgusting conformists. I love our freedom in Harvirle. I love you. I love the other girls there. They are all so different to the bitches at school. And they were all happy. They weren't forced to do anything until Ritilia took command. They were all simply living happy lives with no stupid rules or laws."

"Harvirle will be raided and searched by the authorities soon, can't you see that?," Silata whimpered, hot, stinging tears emerging in her eyes as well. "Look, there's no way out of this now. You don't have to worry about me. If anyone of us is ending their lives it shall be me. But don't for one second think I'll be unhappy in death. It's where I belong. It's where ultimate peace is. I'll just be happy dying knowing that you two are safe."

"No Silata! I'll fucking kill myself too if I have to!," Chelsiette was savagely crying, attempting to sit up and reach for the plastic fork. Anisha viciously grabbed her by the shoulders and yelled straight into Silata's face.

"It isn't happening so forget it! You can't leave us now. You can't bring us happiness and then just suddenly take it away. That would be the cruellest thing you could do. We won't be safe with our families. We'll just be miserable forever until we take our own lives. No Silata. No fucking way. We're staying with you."

"Yes!," Chelsiette chirped up, her little eyes insisting. "We don't have to go back to Harvirle if it's not possible. But we're at least going to stay with you. And if we can't stay with you in life then let us at least be with you in death."

"Oh, you're too young to make that decision," Silata cried, trembling all over. "Who knows. You may be outcasts in need of understanding friends and lovers right now. But in three years you may have completely changed. You may have new friends. Friends other than the girls at Harvirle. Friends other than Gertila, Catina, Celestia, Eliska… friends other than me. Other, newer girls who'll look after you better than any of us ever did. You could leave life now and forever regret it."

"Well I'll regret it then!," Chelsiette screamed, nearly alerting the attention of the hospital staff hurrying by outside the door. She clutched the railings to her bed fiercely and stared with a deep intention into Silata's wet eyes. "But I'm either dying or going with you two somewhere. Let that be known forever. Forever as forever is ever!"

Anisha smiled although her eyes still leaked as much as the rest. "Exactly. We won't regret anything in death. But in life, if we forget our time with you and move on Silata, then remembering it will be a painful stab in both our stomachs. We'll be so sad, aching, heart throbbing. But we can't regret anything in death. Please just take us with you."

The two girls each seized one of Silata's hands and brought them close to their chests. And after feeling each of their heartbeats, Chelsiette's one under her hospital gown and Anisha's beneath her sweater, she knew full well that the rapid distress therein would not be cured. Not anytime soon enough to convince them of any other options. And when the authorities arrived to steal them away, the last time they'd see each other would be in pure, thrashing, screaming misery. So therefore, Silata at last gave in.

She nodded. The two little girls cheered over their tear-filled throats and hugged, Silata completing the embrace by wrapping her arms about the two of them.

"Okay. We did agree we wouldn't let anything come between us. Let that agreement live on."

Anisha nodded, smiling all of a sudden. "Threesome forever!"

They even bumped fists to confirm it.

"Well, I best prepare us for our next trip, whichever one it turns out to be," Silata murmured once all was calmed. "Tomorrow I'll either check you out or sneak you out Chelsiette. In the morning we'll leave. Anisha and I will spend the night with you. Just to ensure nothing happens. And should we not make it…"

Silata gently took up a scalpel from the nearest bench and let them witness it vanishing into the interior pocket of her dressing gown. "The two of you must lie real still and I'll ensure I'll take you both out quietly. Then I'll follow you straight after. But I can almost promise you that won't happen. We can last a night here. I'd leave now if I wasn't positive they'd refuse. The wounds will need one night's worth of healing at the complete minimum. Chelsiette, what exactly did she do to you?"

Chelsiette, now cheered at the idea of their escape and completely at peace with the heaviest painkillers on board, found the energy to give a thoroughly graphic description of the events. One the reader will best be content without reading. After that miserable subject was finally put aside and Silata abundantly expressed her vicious hatred for Ritilia, taking stabbing action at a pillow repeatedly, they finally moved on to more pleasant subjects. Although the pillow stabbing itself had managed to bring a smile to all their faces.

Silata's declaration of escaping with them tomorrow ignored the fact it was well into the morning anyway. And after they shared one last hug as their trio and lightly talked of cheerful matters for a few minutes, the exhausted Chelsiette feel asleep again. This seemed to be the only way to run from the pain once the medication started to draw away. Fearing for her, Silata warned the nurse who upped the dosage. Instantly Silata then became terrified Chelsiette would scarcely be able to walk. These worries surfaced right as the light of dawn was creeping in through the window and Anisha was asleep too, resting her head on the hospital sheets over her friend's legs.

Silata gently nudged her shoulder and after whispering an inquiry if she needed a drink of water, the two got up to stretch their legs. Their energy had to be kept in check if they were to make such a swift run from the hospital the following morning. The two gently tiptoed out into the hallway to fetch themselves a drink and to bring one back for Chelsiette too. At the very end of that corridor, they witnessed the flash of a nurse in uniform enter Chelsiette's room, therefore they decided to hurry back quickly in case she was transferred beds. Yet they didn't cut the minutes too short, still retrieving a quality supply of water in the three paper cups they fetched. Oh how they'd forever regret the unnecessary length of time they spent, casually walking back to the room with those cups in hand.

They were almost to the doorframe when the nurse who'd gone in as they left, made her departure. Silata gently called out after her, slicing her sentence short as she noticed the side of her pretty teenaged face when turning about the corner. "Excuse me nurse. How is she…"

"What?," Anisha glanced up in sudden concern, hearing Silata's question cut short.

Her friend gulped. "Fuck. That was Dilena. That was Dilena in a fucking nurses suit."

The two broke into an immediate run, slapping impossibly eager shoe soles against the gleaming floor of the hospital hallway. Yet instead of pursuing the vanishing female, they instead burst back into Chelsiette's room to check on the state of their friend. Chelsiette still lay on her back in the hospital bed, judging by what was drawn from the dark shadows outlining their friend in her same position of comfortable peace beneath the sheets.

"Oh thank fuck you're alright. Chelsiette, wake up," Silata turned on the light. As she did so, Anisha screamed and fell in a weeping bundle to the floor. It took only a minute's worth of the scene sinking in for Silata to do the same. There was a new scar across Chelsiette's throat. A fresh one, which had hosed so much blood it had turned the torso coverage of her hospital gown the deepest red. Chelsiette's eyes were wide open, staring, focused on the other end of the room. Yet very much dead.

And the horrors that ensued were, in the majority, absolutely all Silata dreaded. Anisha commenced screaming without the slightest control, alerting the attention of the whole hospital. Hearing their footsteps dashing up the corridor, Silata acted upon the first reflex which came to her mind. She removed the scalpel from her dressing gown, yet unable to bring herself to slice both her throat and Anisha's in the short collection of moments, she hurled it out the window. Any second now police would be searching the witnesses and a scalpel on her person, even a clean one, would be way too suspicious. She simply prayed no one would collect it up from the garden outside and find her fingerprints fastened about the handle.

Several doctors rushed to the room before the police were alerted. All of these several confirmed there was nothing they could do for the child, even if she had been slightly alive. That murder weapon had done its necessary lacerations to have ensured death. And now, death was most certainly the state of the face-frozen, blanketed little girl. One of Silata's great loves, half of her soul, now in her complete demise. She was permitted to cuddle the corpse momentarily, as was Anisha. Each girl sprinkled kisses on her hands, her cheeks, neither of which could return life to her body. Finally they were guided away.

The horrific following morning finally arrived and during its blood red dawn, Silata found a phone booth. She sat beside it, Anisha a short way from her. The child was silent, cradling her skull, unable to produce a sound. She expected Silata was preparing to call for a cab, yet in all honest truth, Silata was so well drained of her sanity she was hardly doing anything productive.

She'd actually simply taken out her old notebook and was flicking through the pages. That seemed the best use of her time. Although she wasn't just flicking through them. She was actually tearing them out one by one, scrunching them up and hurling them into the gutter to be drenched by rain water. On each page as you recall, was some sketch of Dilena in her childhood. Sketches drawn by her faint memory of her old lover. Once upon a time she'd scanned each of these illustrations with the fondest caresses of indulging in memory. Now however, each one sickened her so much she wished never to see them again. Nor Dilena in person for that fact. So she set about destroying any reminders of that bitch which were still on her person.

She'd almost depleted the entire notebook of its pages before she hesitated on the last one. What was this sketch? A hideously drawn image of a naked teenager with an unappetising set of large breasts? This wasn't a Dilena image.

Then abruptly she recalled her. Recalled her from a sleepover in her past such a short time prior to her runaway. She'd seen so many teenage girls over her short series of journeying weeks. Yet this one was recalled as she who she'd more than officially experienced a first quality sexual encounter with. And she had indeed provided her a phone number as well. Lisina, how indeed could she have forgotten her?

Silata passed her gaze back to Anisha, stared at the child momentarily, then glanced back at the hospital where a small, curious crowd had developed around the yellow crime scene tape. Anisha would be found and sent back to the hellish realm of her parents if she didn't organize something soon. But more than simply running away, her heart had a new intention. She couldn't last long. Neither of them could if they attempted to leave now. And Silata had only enough cash on her for a phone call, not to pay for a cab. They wouldn't get a block away on foot. There was only a single option left if Anisha was to continue to escape her parents.

Silata seized the phone, deposited the cash and phoned Lisina. Once she answered, Silata threw in all she had to say. She smothered all of Lisina's shocked inquiries as to where she was and simply flooded her with an explanation of the current circumstances.

"Please Lisina. Please understand, this girl I have with me can't go back to her parents. Just let her stay with you. Or at least hide her out at your place for a while until you can think of something. But don't let them find her. I beg of you. This is all I ever need from you."

In less time than she expected, Lisina agreed. And although being absent of a licence, happened to have enough skill from driving practice to arrive at the hospital, nearly by the time it was afternoon. By then this weak little police department had only just gathered enough evidence together to begin the witness inquiry. And once Silata saw her car pull up, she basically dragged Anisha over to it and hurled her into the back seat.

"Wait, what are you doing? Where are you going?," Anisha screamed, her eyes wide and terrified.

Momentarily ignoring her, Silata leaned in through the drivers window and spoke hurriedly to a panicked, wide-eyed Lisina who'd simply arrived in her school uniform attire.

"Take her. Take her anywhere. Just look after her. And most importantly, never let her parents find her. She'll only ever be happy without her family. Don't ever let her go back to school or back to the Hell of her old life. She'd sooner die. So let her kill herself if they ever find her. I don't have time to explain. You need to go now and just trust me. Drive!"

Lisina gulped, nodded then replied one last time to Silata. "It's okay. I'll protect her. My mom will probably take her in. Goodbye Silata."

Silata nodded her farewell to Lisina and dashed back to the rear of the car where Anisha had nearly clambered out from. She hurriedly grabbed the child and quite forcefully pushed her back in. "No Anisha! You have to go with her. Her name's Lisina. She's a good friend of mine. She'll look after you. She'll understand you. You'll be happy with her. But you can't come with me."

"Yes I can! Why the fuck not?," Anisha screamed, savagely trying to leap out the car again. "I love you Silata! I want to stay with you forever, do you understand? For, fucking, ever!!!"

"I know, but you can't," Silata wept. "If you come with me you won't last a second. They'll be looking for me. And they'll expect you to be with me. Don't you worry though, I won't let them take me. There's only one path for me now Anisha and that ends in a happy, comfortable death. Go with Lisina so you can still have something of a life to enjoy. And remember, don't ever worry about me. I may die but my love for you will never. Just as I know your love for me won't ever expire. Bye Anisha. Before I go I must ensure Ritilia can't harm anyone again. I love you very much. Bye."

She seized the car door and slammed it, breathing a sigh of relief as she saw Lisina reach over and initiate the lock. Anisha pressed her face up against the glass, sobbing heavily and screaming her last words to Silata, which probably weren't too pleasant since she viciously didn't want to go with Lisina. Nevertheless the car drew away and Silata stood tall and proud watching it leave. Once it wasn't even a speck in the distance, she fell to her knees on the sidewalk and cried so powerfully she felt her eyes would drop from her skull.

At last standing up, she decided she had to move on with her last moments. The heat of the pavement under her palms and knees would not suffice as any further a painkiller than an anti-depressant would in this situation.

Silently approaching the side of the hospital and avoiding the eyes anyone nearby, she noticed a glint of metal shining from just inside the fence adjacent to the building. Her throwing arm had certainly achieved some power in it, perhaps thanks to her recent endless days of hard-core cunt friggery. For that very same scalpel she had hurled from the window was simply residing amongst the neighbours garden, awaiting her in eagerness to be picked up yet again. And although it being the pathetic weapon it was, in her hand the handle would grant her defenceless body somewhat of a measure of required power. She turned and began a simple stroll in the direction of the only place she had comfortably called home.

Meanwhile, we now return to the midst of Harvirle, the building of which Silata would spend the evening returning to. All the girls were frightfully gathered in the lobby, every single one of them looking to Kenita and Kurmil for answers, as they were among the most experienced in leadership. Yet neither of them could provide anything more than encouragement to remain in their group and to not abandon the building just yet. They were words which were wise enough, since no investigators had arrived. Yet they certainly weren't too promising that an investigation would be forever postponed. And as late evening settled in outside the automated doors, the entire group shivered at the thought of any intrusion emerging from that deep, darkened oncoming night and advancing into their peaceful home.

"Alright everyone, just please listen up," Kenita addressed them, trying as best she could to casually arrange her dress to appear in a calm, flowing pattern. "Just wait until tomorrow. If we hear so much as a siren, we'll pack up and leave. If we do leave then you must follow me to…"

"Oh how nice, you've actually formulated a plan even in an hour of great ridiculous need such as this," the chuckling voice of Ritilia interrupted her. The crowd turned sour eyes toward her and Dilena, who were casually taking a stroll toward the door with their protective followers at their rears. "Well, let me know how it goes."

"Where are you going?," Kenita demanded.

Dilena giggled. "Well we're certainly not going to wait around here for the authorities to show up. Not only did my cousin torture Chelsiette but I dealt her the finishing blow last night. Now we must make our sweet little departure. And don't fear for us, our plan has been in its complete state for the many months we've spent here in Harvirle."

Ritilia nodded as she approached the sliding door, holding up her revolver with one hand while she threw several handfuls of cash from her carry case to where her loyal followers stood. "There you go girls. Go buy yourselves some nice, pretty disguises. Dilena and I grant you the deepest thanks for your protection. But we must venture alone from now on. As your services are no longer required, you may choose to assassinate the rest of these bitches and run. Or, if you take my advice, leave them alive to prolong their pain of losing their home and simply make a run for it now. As for the rest of you, enjoy your defeat while it lasts. And never forget it."

The two intensely cruel bitches started for the door when a voice spoke up, surprisingly not Kenita's but Gelsina's. She stood up above where her sister and the other small girls cowered at her knee level. "Ritilia! You can run but you won't stop us from reporting everything about you. You are an accomplice to child murder. And your cousin is an actual committer of it. They're going to be far more interested in chasing you than simply tearing down our safe haven."

"Ssssh, sit down, please," Ninnie cried hysterically while tugging at her sisters leg, noticing with wide, terrified eyes that Ritilia had not hesitated to point her revolver straight at her sister.

"Oh yes Gelsina, we are well aware of that. Do you not think we'd have prepared a place to hide out? Why, we're going to disappear for nearly an entire year. We've got all of Harvirle's canned food comfortably in the boot of my car. So I think you're the one in the desperate situation Gelsina. You ought to beg me not to pull this trigger."

"I'll only beg to you the day this sickly world is no more you sickly bitch!," Gelsina bellowed, punching one palm with her fist. "How about you show less avid appreciation for your gun wielding pusillanimity and face me in a bare fist fight. Then we'll see if you can or can't comfortably stand over a girl as young as myself. Hell, I'd carelessly place Ninnie in a fight against you and wager on my sister any day."

"Well that's fine," Ritilia snickered, casually holstering her revolver and winking to her followers. Each of them seized Gelsina and dragged her to one wall of the complex. Ninnie fiercely tried to tug them away from her sister but was kicked aside like a simple sand bag. The crowd watched in pure horror as the savagely fighting teenager was chained to the reception desk by means of handcuffs, craftily introduced into Harvirle by the sadists. None raised a finger to help her though, knowing several revolvers taken from Muireta's back up defence cabinet were all trained on them. Each loyal follower of the current mistress had ensured they were well armed for crowd control.

"Fight me fairly you sexually demented cunt!," Gelsina squealed, almost tearing the skin of her wrist as she attempted to break away from the desk. Ritilia just giggled and playfully jabbed her revolver into her cheekbone.

"You've obviously never picked up a Sade book before you sweet little simpleton," Ritilia snickered. "I happen to obey by the rules of the Marquis. And he repeatedly has supported cowardice. So I'm proud of being far too terrified to fight you. Come on, taste the weapon of doom already. Taste your own death."

Ritilia was simply teasing as she loaded Gelsina's mouth full of the revolver nozzle and muffled her words. Finally however, she stepped away and her guards released Ninnie, who dashed up to her sister and clung to her, only to be handcuffed to the desk right along side her.

"I think before I go I shall enjoy a fine display here," Ritilia snickered, waving over her guards. She took both keys to the handcuffs and slapped them into the palms of the traitor she believed most loyal to her. That being the miserably confused Lesikie, who couldn't even obtain eye contact with the girls she'd apparently betrayed yet again. "Keep these keys, they won't be needing them anymore anyway. I intend to watch them perish right now, as will the crowd."

"Okay mistress," Lesikie murmured with her head bowed low, the keys clutched viciously in one palm, almost to the point of the metallic points drawing blood.

Meanwhile, after having each also been handed a whip dotted with spikes of barbed wire, Ritilia and Dilena both lined themselves up before the cowering relative duo. "I'm going to enjoy lashing these two bitches to shreds!," Ritilia snickered while raising her arm. The entire crowd basically confined themselves to either knee hugging or ear covering, trying to block out the impending horror. All had their eyes screwed shut other than Ritilia and Dilena. Even some of the guards, Lesikie among them, had to divert their gazes.

Yet before such an horrific event could occur, the automated doors slammed inward. As in her impatience for them to open, Silata had basically kicked them apart. In she walked, still in her dressing gown from the prior night, a wild light in her eyes as well as a scalpel in her hand. "You fucking bitches are going to get it now!," she screeched. "Dilena! Ritilia! I've come for you!"

Dilena giggled and Ritilia simply dropped her whip with a smile. "Well isn't that nice. Looks like we have a new victim more worthy of incurring the death by whipping tonight. These two miserable sluts will be far more pained left alive," she gestured to Ninnie and Gelsina before ordering her guards onto Silata. "Take her and tie her!"

Silata, unable to manage even one jabbing movement with the scalpel, was knocked to the ground by a fierce tackle of a guard from behind her. Then the rest swarmed her, depriving her of the weak little weapon and slamming her hard against the wall, searching for something to cuff her to. Dilena and Ritilia made their slow, enjoyable and teasing approach toward her.

From directly behind them, Lesikie instantly dashed over to Gelsina and Ninnie once all their backs were turned. She slid in the keys and unlocked them both as swiftly as possible. Then without hesitation, Gelsina both thanked her and sped off fearlessly toward her enemies.

"Come back!," Ninnie shrieked yet her sister ignored her. And seeing the horror in Ninnie's eyes, knowing full well how painful it would be for the child to lose her sister a second time, several more members of Harvirle rushed into action. In fact, nearly all of them did. Most of all including Lesikie. Therefore before Silata could be chained, the guards were tackling with nearly every member of the residence they stood in. Although accidental gunshots were heard, weapons were soon deprived from them as they were overpowered.

In perfect truth, no one was shot. For although they were almost to Ritilia's level of despising emotion and empathy, her followers were not quite at the stage of killing the girls who had once been their fellow lovers. Yet nevertheless, the brawl continued and Silata's single intent was to fight her way toward her two targets.

As these bleak events were carried out, Anisha was the last one expecting their level of severity to have been raised so high. She was not picturing the all out fight which had consumed Harvirle's lobby. Yet still, while staring out the window at the country trees swimming past that screen of glass so impossibly lacking penetration, she knew she had to initiate a move to save her lover. And Lisina, driving away casually in the front seat, had tired of her beggings and recently claimed she was near ready to tape her mouth up.

Anisha had given up grappling with the handle. And so, following her instincts as closely as she could, she acted upon her very next reflex as soon as it crossed her mind. Lisina had nearly fallen asleep at the wheel anyway. So as her neck was abruptly grabbed and squeezed by the small fingers of the little girl, she jolted awake and panicked in the same moment. She swerved and threw the car off the course of the road. Into a tree the front exploded, ripping free the windscreen and deflating the front tires well and permanently. Her forehead, roped with a blue bruise, was stationed right upon the wheel and not a sound from her was heard.

"I'm sorry," Anisha cried, clambering over the front seats to take her keys. Once escaping the car, she spent just as much time as Silata had arriving, returning to Harvirle. In perfect fact, these events had occurred plentiful time before Silata had knocked on those lobby doors again (or rather kicked them in). So Anisha was thankfully only a block away when she heard those misfired gunshots. Whereupon that child started running the remainder of the way.

Before she arrived, Silata had just managed to hurl away all her attackers, not focused at all on the damage she was dealing to they she didn't care about. Blood rained down her face from a multitude of split skin and bruises, yet after having shoved her way through the vicious crowd, she saw Ritilia up ahead and made a lunge at her. She threw a punch which was guided aside and she felt her stomach take a kick as Ritilia calmly flung her from the reach she had established.

"Die already!," Ritilia laughed. "A big, tough lesbian that fights like a little girl? Why, you're one of a kind Silata Manclis."

Silata, heeding those words with complete intent to cause agony to the voice mocking her, raised high once again and enacted one final lunge toward the sadistic bitch. What she felt land in her stomach felt like yet another kick, yet accompanied with a definite increase in volume in its action. Then, falling uncontrollably to her knees, she clasped her stomach to see that it certainly differed from a kick. The front of her gown had flashed bright red because of it and the flash certainly wasn't fading. It was deepening. The feeling of her own blood leaking all the way down her legs to touch her bent knees caused her to rip aside her dressing gown, taking note of that gaping bullet wound just alongside her belly button, the navel nearly falling into that great flesh scar cavern.

"Fuck…," she wheezed slowly, glancing up through burning eyes as Ritilia calmly stood aside so her line of view to Dilena was of the surest possibility. The girl stood with her ever lasting smile of complete insolence, her small teenage hands having raised out the very revolver which had just blown that hole in the gut of Silata. And in the event of the signal of her bleeding out, the rest of the group responded by ceasing the tangles of kicks and punches instantly.

Ritilia laughed and, taking Dilena by the arm, guided her cousin immediately from the complex. Having committed two murders basically in the same set of 24 hours, she wished to ensure her escape as soon as possible was still a possibility. Out to the car they strolled, Dilena failing to even provide Silata with a farewell gesture. Or even a cruel, leaving remark. Perhaps it was simply that, when she killed someone, empathy and sympathy were far from her soul, yet not the actual concept of dreading to look one in the eyes once the deed was done. So no words were spoken by her, yet she grinned the whole time. Ritilia gently massaged Silata by the chin however as she lifted her gaze up to face her, pinching the jaw slightly and chuckling at the blood which oozed therefrom.

"I never had anything personal against you bitch. Everything my cousin and I did to you, you brought it on yourself. You took to her temptations. You pursued us. We never pursued you. You should have just avoided us. You weren't ever meant to have acquaintances. Your pathetic life ought to have remained as it were, in its loner style and quality. Seeking out company to soothe that perverted soul of yours was the root to all your problems. And now its sprung the final branches of the tree to your demise. Farewell. Die well."

Ritilia lightly kicked her ribs before leaving, preferring not to add too heavy an action of final insult. Were it to disrupt the system too much, her death would be hurried by the impact, which certainly wasn't the kind of slow end Ritilia preferred. The two of them departed the lobby without a single word to the others, the ensuing of the following spare time spent with the task of preparing their vehicle for a night of speeding runaway.

Simply gliding past their final stages of packing and completely avoiding noticing them, Anisha rushed through the automated doors and her sights took in all the horrific lobby scene offered them. Once again, she had to look upon the certain, blood flowing demise of one of her soul mates. First Chelsiette, then Silata. Both taken by the arts of the same pair of bitches. Indeed, Anisha was shocked but not to the point of screaming this time. She knew screaming never brought her any favours. Ignoring the crowd about her, she simply got down on all fours and crawled to where Silata lay, her eyes huge and murky.

"S-s-Silata," she stammered, wheezing and feeling the wound, taking her hand away instantly as Silata's eyes jolted open. Yet a smile appeared on those blood spattered lips.

"Anisha," Silata gently sighed as she firmly held the child's hands in hers. "You came back for me. I knew you would somehow. I don't know how but I'm so fucking glad. We can be together finally. You, I and Chelsiette. We can."

"Yes we can," Anisha cried, leaning down and joining her lips to hers. "I'll join you soon, I promise. I'm so sorry I left you. I should never have let you force me into that car."

"It's okay Anisha. No occurrence matters now. The three of us will soon be happy together. At the end of your life, whenever you choose it to be, you may join us. But don't feel hurried to do it. Live your life if you wish. For we'll both be waiting for you at the end of it. We'll both be ready to embrace you in death, no matter what horrific experiences occur in the remainder of your life. We'll never forget you. You're forever part of our threesome. The vital third segment."

Anisha smiled over her floods of tears. "Yeah. Your love can't be complete without me. But I'll join you as soon as possible, I promise. I can't wait to reach the same peace Chelsiette is in. I know there is only one Heaven after this life. And that is beautiful nothingness. And we shall exist together in it."

Silata's response was accompanied by the least expected emotion. Simple candid laughter, and complete ignoring of the blood droplets her lips let fly. "Oh I'm so happy. Finally this awful world is over. This is where I've always wanted to be. With my lovers. In death."

Anisha kissed her one last time then whispered down into her dying, grinning face, admiring the fact that true happiness was finally seen upon it. "I'll be with you one day. Sooner or later. And I'll never forget the pure love the three of us made. I'll never forget our times of the most unique wonder. Once my repulsive time on the Earth here is finally done away with, I'll complete our triangle within the realm of which no woe can ever affect it again. I love you Silata. Goodbye."

And to take note of Silata's tears, in life there were plenty, in death there were none.

They departed, at least in unpleasant existential terms. Anisha stood, turned away and left her, keeping her mind clear of the idea of returning with one more glance at her. She was gone now, all meaning having left her body. The girls of Harvirle, even they who had aided the recent mistress in the final moments of the building, all stood for a brief, silent minute about the body. Then, stepping from the doors just as Anisha did, they left Silata's corpse upon the grounds of which some enjoyment in her life could be said to have dwelled.

Before the building was entirely emptied of its contents, Anisha passed by in the crowd, located the car with the open boot and crawled into it. She had nothing to lose, not even the breath which could be smothered from her. And once her small body was completely enveloped beneath a jacket, she comfortably enjoyed the sound of the boot closing on her without consideration. Then of course, more thrilling than ever was the thrum of the floor to the car's rear compartment as it drove away and started out onto the rural roads. A shout went out from the front of the vehicle, expressed in a voice containing one final note of pure mockery, the last sound of which Anisha heard for something of a three hour drive, aside from the engine. A jagged tear in the metal above her let a decent income of night air slide thinly into her breathing passages, keeping the brilliant child alive for those very long stretches of time she required.

Out front of Harvirle, the girls gathered and stared upon their home one final time. Kurmil and Kenita joined the rest of them after hurling aside two empty cans of gasoline and a few other available flammables. In teamwork, the various fire-erupting liquids they'd spread about their home cooperated well when a match was struck and thrown into their midst. Silata, contained inside, burned with her home and any skeletal remains of her were well consumed by the hiding positions a whole roof full of stone provided her.

The upper levels fell into one another and once they'd all climbed aboard the hurriedly rented bus, the entire troop were driven away from their home. Kurmil steered them down the streets and whisked them away to whatever destiny lay in store for each of their lives. Ritilia's followers were also accepted aboard this adventure, the money she'd granted them spread out evenly so they'd have some certain extent of survival to indulge in over the following months or days. Wherever they ended up, it was thankfully steered clear of any involvement of the authorities. No girl or woman aboard that bus would ever have to deal with our disgusting society. Not a single raised finger of the conformist or the conservative ever touched any of them again.

Their pathways were split after this event. Some lived long lives hidden happily away in the homes of caring women brothels. Others were accepted into relationships with other lesbians who promised to take care of them. A good many of them committed suicide to avoid ever having to deal with being found. Yet one thing was certain. Their continued avoiding of our disgusting conventional world would have provided the entirety of them with a happiness far greater than any conformist could ever expect. And not a single one of them endured any horrific captivity in foster care or in any form of a sickening societal home.

Either alive or dead, none of those characters had an ill future.

As for Anisha, her ultimate result was this. Daylight was streaming through that split in the car boot by the time she finally felt the engine cease its action and the wheels grind to a halt. Once again she covered herself entirely with the jacket and rolled into the darkest confines of the car's large rear compartment. The boot unlocked and swung open, several rummaging hands began to unpack the canned food stashed there. Anisha did not dare budge until she heard the pair of voices vanishing from closeness. Then, hurling aside that jacket, she leapt from the boot which was left ajar. Her immediate action after that was accomplished, was another direct movement of concealment, crouching down behind the rear wheel.

Dilena and Ritilia returned, unpacking the last of the stored goods and (to take note of Anisha's extreme luck of moving when she did) taking the jacket with them. "Are you sure they won't find us here?," Dilena asked with a slight infection of nervous tremors in her voice. "I mean, it's the only cabin in the middle of nowhere."

Ritilia simply chuckled her reply. "It may be the only little tin shack around for miles. But the important thing is the 'middle of nowhere' point you just brought up. No one's going to search for anything more than a buried treasure out here. And the secret basement I've had prepared under here is a guarantee of depth far greater than any lost gold. So I hope that's the last of your fright Dilena. We can't have any more of that when we get down to our real business."

Once again their voices departed and Anisha took a minute to glance around, feeling her eyes take the most unbearable scorching as she accidently crashed her gaze into the rising sun. It was pure yellow desert land, nothing more. Simply fields of unoccupied country, all smoothed out to a horizon which offered very little promises of anything further than Nature's forgotten handiwork. Not a house in sight. Not the tiniest fresh water lake made a scar of life across the miles of fundamentally dead sandy flesh of this particular segment of the Earth. Everything decayed, no tree furnished with leaves, no vegetation for the hunted, prey for the predator. Not even the business of the human being.

No human beings at all save the two who had just entered the thin cube of a tin shack they'd parked their car out front of. And of course, adding one more life form to the narrow group of existence out here, was that bright little girl stationed behind the car wheel, waiting to make her move. The move she did indeed advance to making once she was positive emergence from that cabin door yet again was a low probability. They'd closed the boot, ergo their intention of reappearing was sealed off by the certainty they'd gathered all that they needed to commence their lifestyle out here.

Anisha opened the door and began a little descent down the only other entrance the room provided. The wooden floor was gashed open with nothing so much as a bottle or chair cluttered about it. A basic staircase construction from the soil of the earth itself lead straight down into the only destination any guest to the tiny complex could make. So Anisha, despite the supreme fear grabbing at all the nerves in her thumping heart and tightened throat, began to let her boots descend down that flight of a staircase pathway. Into further darkness it sunk, as did she, and her single prayer on this last phase of her journey was to avoid running into another returning in the opposite direction. Once she reached the base, there was not a single corner to shelter her. A direct view upon the whole design of the hidden room was the only result to be gifted to her glances.

What made up its centre was a definite torture table. A bare desk with shackles upon every corner, a small platform lining it which was filled with numerous garden tools as well as a few smuggled narcotics. Dilena, closest to the door, casually leaned against one side with her back turned to the entrance. As usual, she was merely chuckling at her cousin's every, sure word.

"Once we bring the first little sucker down here, she'll wish her birth had been a miscarriage," Ritilia was enveloped in her boasting while basically fondling a sack full of sharp objects, attempting to locate the correct collection of tools to set out for the following weeks. "Alright Dilena. We have to lay low for at least a month. After that month, we'll have designed the perfect chamber to put our victims to their slow deaths in. Then we can set about locating…"

Ritilia stood up, turned around and let her sentence fall to its natural loss of completion when she noticed the wide-eyed, trembling Anisha standing in the doorway. Yet, noticed with the most certain aspect of all, was the persisting existence of anger flaring in the child's eyes.

Instantly, Ritilia turned and blessed her palm with the feeling of the revolver handle clamped firmly in its grasp yet again. She turned and dashed toward the entrance, aiming the weapon out front. She let two shots leap from the gun nozzle, both of which were complete failures as Anisha's form was soon confused with her cousin. For the child had charged toward the nearest enemy available.

Dilena soon found raising her arms to protect herself did very little good once Anisha had taken up a screwdriver from the platform. Into the side of her neck the child plunged it twice, drawing out even spurts of blood with these movements that cannoned up in response to her successful strike. Dilena's eyes opened as far as they could, her mouth gaped and she fell upon her back without even a second left of life to spend cupping the wound. Burying the screwdriver in her neck one final time, Anisha left it there.

Just when she expected death to soon go plummeting through her heart, the series of crashes she heard from behind her were the quality work of the two misfired revolver bullets. After having struck the doorway in its vital place, an abrupt avalanche of dirt started to cave in. Ritilia flung herself through this downpour of the celling and dashed upstairs, clinging to the revolver the entire way. It was the key to survival she held in her hand, cowardice self defence at its best cradled in the very eager palm of her own right arm.

Anisha, not caring for her own impending demise in the collapsing room, took her time to locate what she was looking for before she pursued her last target out of the damaged chamber. And that was simply a metre long garden pitchfork, rusted and aged yet with the ancient quality of being as deadly as a precise series of knife points themselves. Not passing one more glance back at Dilena, Silata's perished angel of Memorable Heaven, Anisha flew up the stairs and also shoved her way through the raining dirt fountain.

It was pitch black at the summit, the door having been slammed in her face. She threw it open and leapt toward the car, noticing that in a state of complete panic, her adversary's thoughts were all astray from logic. With one hand she frightfully had the revolver blindly raised toward the shack, and with the other, the latter benefiting from all her focus, she was jabbing at the car's keyhole with the starter keys.

Ritilia spun around to stare directly at Anisha one final time, underestimating the swift approach of her demise by judging Anisha still a metre's distance away. She held the revolver and let loose her last misfired shot while screaming at the top of her lungs. "Stay back little bitc…"

The sentence was hammered to shatters by the sound of almost a sliding suction, generated about the action of every one of those pitchfork spokes getting driven through the soft flesh beneath the chin. The courtesy of Anisha's successful efforts, that young, angered, blood-lusting child having plunged her weapon into its designated domain before any further action could be indicated from her prey. She heaved it forward once, felt the neck tilt back and reduce to crackling disintegration, then let go of the shaft. The spikes remained buried through the base of her jaw, keeping Ritilia's head forever focused upward to the roof of the car.

While her upward tilted face remained stiff in the frozen realm of death, her two arms dropped limp, a gesture into which her remaining body parts would follow the example of, all of their final results residing in limpness. At least until rigor mortis would seep in.

Anisha took a stroll from the car, her head down momentarily as she dried her small hands on the blood spattered fabric of her miniature torso coverage. Toward that bright sun, now having risen considerably in advancing salute to the morning, she let her eyes take a nice little trip. She stared into that continuous flame of hot, piercing yellow blaze, falling into a simple calm wonder of where she'd let her life venture from now.

Vengeance was done with. Her two enemies killed. Her two lovers had perished. Or rather, they'd been given the gift of eternal non-existence. And she'd embrace that gift someday herself. Yet first, she could most certainly enjoy a random series of experiences here on the wretched planet we call Earth. Indeed they'd probably be short and absent of what ignorant society would call 'quality life span.' But in her last few moments, however they'd be spent, would most certainly be a far greater enjoyment than all the false joys of a conventional life put together. She was forever different from the pack. She was alone. She was in love. She'd die shortly. Yet she was happy.

And all her gratitude was aimed to Silata. Silata, the girl who our mentally degraded humanity once dared call a freak, an outcast, a hopeless lesbian pedophile. Silata, who had diverted Anisha's life from the imprisonment of disgusting normality and blessed her with the brightest light to have ever been shone on that little girl's existence.

The End