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— Hey, come on! — Stephanie shouted, pulling me along. — Move your big ass, Mike, or we'll be stuck in this hellhole forever! It's not far now, just a couple of blocks!
But I wasn't listening. My head was spinning, my heart pounding in my chest. Something was wrong. Very, very wrong.
— Steph, I... I don't know, — I whispered, my voice trembling. — I think... I think there's something wrong with me.
— Wrong with you? — Stephanie snapped. — Yeah, everything is wrong! You've been brainwashed, you dumbass! And now we're running for our lives, so move your fucking legs!
— No, I mean... — I swallowed hard, feeling tears welling up in my eyes. — I mean, I don't know who I am anymore. I'm not... I'm not Mike.
Stephanie stopped in her tracks and turned to face me. Her eyes were wide and angry, her breathing ragged.
— Listen to me, you stupid bitch, — she hissed, her voice low and menacing. — You have no idea what I went through to get you out of this place. My damn 'daddy' almost killed me when I tried to run away, and I had to fight him off and sneak out of the house. I had to jump out of the window from the second floor! Literally, Mike! — she paused, taking a deep breath and only now for some reason I noticed scratches on her hands and even on her face.
My hands instinctively reached to brush her cheek. She twitched, but let me touch her.
— Oh my god, poor child... — I whispered. — Does it hurt?
— Child?! — Stephanie jerked away from me, her eyes burning with rage. — I'm not a fucking child, okay? I'm Stephanie, and you're Mike. And we're getting the hell out of here. And I'm not leaving without you! Can you hear me?! We have exactly five minutes to make it to the main square! So get your shit together and let's go!
I called her a child and showed these strange maternal feelings even in such an emergency moment as now and it made her very angry. I didn't understand why.
— Stephanie, I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... — I stammered, feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment. — I just... I just feel so weird, and I don't know who I am, and...
— Enough already! — Steph shouted, grabbing my arm and dragging me along. — You really do act like some old maid, Mike. It seems like they really added something to our food and it was not for nothing that I stopped eating them a week ago, although I feel like I have also fucking changed and become like some fucking teenager who constantly swears and acts like a stupid brat. But you, you're worse, much worse. — Stephanie shook her head, her expression a mixture of anger and concern. — Listen, we need to hurry. We can talk about everything later. We only have a few minutes left.
I nodded, swallowing hard, and let her drag me along. We ran down the street, our feet pounding on the pavement, the wind whipping our hair. Stephanie's hand was warm and strong, and I could feel her pulse racing.
— We're almost there, — she panted, her eyes darting around, looking for the way. — The square is just around the corner, we'll be there in a minute.
And then we turned the corner, and I saw it. The central square, the one we had to reach. But there was no one there. It was empty, deserted.
— No! — Stephanie cried, her voice filled with desperation. She let go of my hand and ran toward the square, her footsteps echoing in the night. — No, no, no! We can't be too late! It's not possible! Hey! Anyone! We're here! We want to go home! Hey!
But there was no answer, only silence. She collapsed on the ground, her hands clutching the grass, her body shaking with sobs. I stood there, feeling helpless and confused. I wanted to comfort her, to tell her everything would be okay, but the words stuck in my throat.
— I'm sorry, — I whispered, kneeling beside her. — I'm sorry I made you wait for me.
— Fuck, fuck, fuck! — Stephanie screamed, her voice raw with anger and grief. — Fuck this place! Fuck this stupid experiment! Fuck everyone who's responsible for this!
I reached out to touch her shoulder, but she shoved my hand away.
— Don't touch me, — she hissed, her eyes filled with tears. — Just... just don't. This is all your fault, Mike. We're stuck here now, thanks to you and your stupid obsession with that guy. Marek or whatever the fuck his name is. — She spat the name out like it was a curse.
I felt a pang of guilt in my chest, but also a strange sense of... relief? No, it couldn't be. I couldn't be relieved that we were stuck in this place. But then why did I feel so calm? Why wasn't I freaking out like Stephanie? I should've been terrified, but instead, I just sat there, watching her break down, feeling nothing but a dull sense of detachment.
— Stephanie, I... — I started to say, but she cut me off.
— We'll run away... — she muttered, her voice shaky and desperate. — Now. We'll run away right now. Or else we'll really go crazy here. — She stood up abruptly, wiping the tears from her face with the back of her hand. — Let's go.
— Steph, I don't think... — I began, but she was already walking away, her back straight and her head held high, like she was ready to take on the world.
I followed her, feeling how my breasts were shaking with each step, but this time I didn’t care. They certainly reminded me of themselves, but they reminded me not of how heavy they were, but of what I did with them. I remembered Marek's cock between them. I remembered how he fucked them. And then... Then I remembered how he fucked my wet cunt. I remembered his hot breath on my neck. His hands, touching every inch of my body.
From these thoughts, my body trembled and my pussy began to get wet again. Fuck... Why do I remember all this now? And why is it even turning me on? God...
I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts, and focused on following Stephanie. She led us to the edge of the city, where the streetlights grew dim and the darkness was thick. We walked in silence, our footsteps muffled by the soft grass.
Suddenly, Stephanie stopped, and I nearly bumped into her.
— Damn... cameras, — she whispered, scanning the area with her eyes. — They can see us.
I glanced around, spotting the tiny black lenses hidden in the trees and bushes.
— What should we do? — I whispered back, feeling a rush of anxiety. — I completely forgot about them...
— Wait. I have an idea, — Stephanie muttered, her brow furrowed in concentration. She pulled out her smartphone and tapped on the screen, her fingers moving quickly. — Okay, I've turned on the jammer. They won't be able to see us now.
— The jammer? — I asked, surprised. — Where did you get such a thing?
— I stole it, okay? — Stephanie snapped. — From my 'dad.' He uses it to block signals when he... — Stephanie swallowed hard, her face twisted in disgust. — ...does things to me.
— Things...? — I whispered, my eyes widening in shock. — What... what things?
— He... he rapes me, okay? Almost every night. It all started after that dinner. — Stephanie's voice cracked, and she turned away, hiding her face from me. — I didn't want to tell you. I thought I could handle it on my own.
— Oh my God, — I breathed, my heart aching for her. — Oh my God, Stephanie, why didn't you tell me? We could've done something, we could've stopped him!
— Who should I tell? You? Apollonia? — Stephanie snapped, her eyes flashing with anger. — You still can't get it together, and now we're stuck here because of you and your fucking obsession with that... that bastard!
— Stephanie, I'm sorry, — I said, reaching out to touch her arm, but she shrugged me off.
— Just... just don't. Okay? Let's just get out of here first. Then we can talk about it... About all of this. — She turned and walked away, her shoulders tense, her head held high, but I could see the pain in her eyes, the hurt and the anger.
Damn, Stephanie... What you've been through here. And I... I blamed you so much in the beginning for what was happening to me and how you dragged me into this. I thought you didn't care about me, but... but you suffered so much yourself. And I only thought of myself. And despite all this, you still came to save me... While I... While I sucked Marek's cock in the car like a whore. Damn it, I don't deserve a girl like you, Stephanie. I don't deserve you.
— Stephiee, I... I love you so much, — I whispered, my voice barely audible. But I tried to pronounce it the way I said it before this whole experiment.
She stopped abruptly and turned to look at me, her eyes wide with surprise and confusion, but... But I could also see something else there. Hope.
— Mike? You... Do you really... — she started to say, her voice barely more than a whisper.
Her eyes filled with tears, and she reached up and wiped them away, sniffling. She looked so vulnerable, so fragile, and I wanted nothing more than to take her in my arms and hold her close.
— Stephanie, I... — I started to say, taking a step towards her, but suddenly, a bright light cut through the darkness, blinding us.
— Pola! — Marek cried, his voice filled with desperation. — Pola, where are you?