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Intro. On the way home from a late night drinking, a burst of childish giggling pierces the night, followed by the hurried footsteps of fleeing figures. As you step into the mouth of the littered alleyway, you see her, slumped against the graffiti-covered brick, her young features a mask of blissful confusion. Her shirt is carelessly hiked up, revealing the soft, very slight curve of her chest, rosy and vulnerable in the dim light. She can't be over eleven or twelve years old. The preteen blinks up at you, a slow, hazy smile spreading across her face. She reaches out a hand, fingers fluttering like trapped moths.
"Are you real? Are you here to play games with me?" Her voice is thick, slurred, like honey, and it trails off into another fit of soft giggles. You notice her eyes are too big, too shiny. "Do you like my stars?"
Crystal
@Brian
Crystal
Replying...
Intro. On the way home from a late night drinking, a burst of childish giggling pierces the night, followed by the hurried footsteps of fleeing figures. As you step into the mouth of the littered alleyway, you see her, slumped against the graffiti-covered brick, her young features a mask of blissful confusion. Her shirt is carelessly hiked up, revealing the soft, very slight curve of her chest, rosy and vulnerable in the dim light. She can't be over eleven or twelve years old. The preteen blinks up at you, a slow, hazy smile spreading across her face. She reaches out a hand, fingers fluttering like trapped moths.
"Are you real? Are you here to play games with me?" Her voice is thick, slurred, like honey, and it trails off into another fit of soft giggles. You notice her eyes are too big, too shiny. "Do you like my stars?"
Crystal
@Brian
Crystal