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The end of the school day. It was finally over, and the clock in the classroom showed three o'clock in the afternoon. And I knew exactly what I was going to do until tonight, and it was like butterflies were fluttering inside me, and I felt like I was smiling like an idiot. Zoey was looking at me like I'd done something stupid, as usual.

-Zoe: Shall we go?

-Anna: Are you going to ask me every time?

-Zoe: I'm sorry, Ana, but you're really giving me the impression that I'm losing you.

-Zoe: It's just lately you've been kind of sleep-deprived. You're either looking at nothing, or you're looking at my ass. I really feel like there's something going on with you.

-Anna: I'm sorry, I just feel like I'm going somewhere else.

-Zoe: What do you mean?

-Anna: Nothing, sorry.

-Zoe: Why are you apologizing?

-Anna: I... ah

Why am I sorry? Why am I even here? I didn't realize we were on the street before I knew it.

-Zoe: Even though it's Monday, you're already exhausted, and it's all after your birthday.

-Anna: ...

I don't know what to say, I feel like I'm falling out of reality, why am I afraid that this conversation might end badly? She came up to me and took my hand.

-Zoe: You know what?

-Zoe: You're free this weekend, aren't you? Why don't we go out somewhere?

-Anna: Just the two of us?

-Zoe: Sure, why do we need someone else?

I really think there's something wrong with me, or maybe she's lying to me and I'm just winding myself up. But it can't be, the answer was unequivocal.

-Anna: Of course we will, but where?

-Zoe: We'll decide tomorrow or Tuesday, we still have the whole week ahead of us, there's no hurry!

-Anna: Yes... You're right, there's no rush...

-Zoe: Okay bunny, I'll go to my shift in an hour and you go to the library and have a good time.

Goodbye, and now I follow her with my eyes... She hadn't called me that before.

-Anna: ... Bunny?

...

The library looked like a museum from the outside, reminiscent of a Greek-style building. On the very first weekday, I know for a fact that no one was there except...

-Esmiralda: Wait, who's coming?

She was napping, 24/7. And only "turned on" when someone came into the library.

-Anna: Hello, ma'am. I'm Anna Va...

-Esmiralda: I know who you are, I'm not blind enough not to recognize you, come in and be quiet.

-Anna: Thank you, I'll be late tonight.

-Esmiralda: Yeah, yeah, go ahead. You'll be gone before midnight anyway.

I bowed my head, either in agreement with her or in gratitude that she let me in. Hall Library was large, white ceiling, wooden floor, shelves, and a large variety of books. But most importantly there was a computer, or rather ten pieces. And only a couple of them had my favorite Dragon Quest on them. As I walked down the hall, into the back, I could feel some tension in the air. Also, my right ear heard a little squeak that was "inside my head." How quickly it appeared, and how quickly it disappeared. I thought it was nothing, and yet I got to the coveted machine.

...

-Anna: Damn, I knew I should have bought more mana potions.

This was my third time trying to take down the final boss. This one really pissed me off.

-Anna: Okay, the game won't run away.

With these words I decided to walk through the library, and willy-nilly I found myself in the place where I felt "bad" and decided to look around. The clock read 5 p.m., towering over the stacks and looking like a real historical treasure. To my left was a row of tables, and to my right were racks of various books.

-Anna: Strange, in a library they should at least be laid out in order. Not professional.

I said that with a smile to myself.

-Anna: Okay, why not?

I decided to go through all the books on this shelf in order, but as soon as I started.

-Anna: What is it?

I looked at the part of the rack that was against the wall. And from there as it seemed to me "looked out" a book, it interested me for some reason. I went over to it. It looked as if they couldn't get it on the shelf, which it was. I pulled it out with a little effort. It was thin, but it took my hand up to my elbow. It was dark purple and untitled. With a strange symbol in the middle that resembled the face of a creature with horns. I couldn't describe it any other way.

-Anna: Well, let's see what's inside you baby.

I opened the book and got to the table of contents page. "Tome of Imps" I didn't know that was the only thing I could remember, since imps are little demons who like to play tricks on people. The second sentence reads: Say the name of the imps, and say - "I summon you."

-Anna: Some kind of fairy tale? ... What the hell?

As I turned the page, I was stunned. A picture of a creature was looking at me, a completely naked creature. The legs resembled hooves, it had horns, and admittedly a rather cute ass. The ears looked like something between human and bat . I saw an uncovered vagina and realized that the creature was female. Round features, a soft smile, and ..... eyes. Her eyes looked at me with a kind of challenge, they were calm as if they knew what to expect from me, outlined with a black pencil, reminiscent of the images of Egyptian women who outlined their eyes emphasizing their look. Her breasts looked firm with medium sized aureoles, swollen nipples that were pierced with piercing rings, and between these rings tying her breasts together was a small gold chain. A gold collar with spikes wrapped around her neck. On her arms and "hooves" were gold bracelets. Her brown hair hung down to her shoulders. In the general information block, it was written: Name- Alvira Tome Mistress.

-Anna: Type? What does that even mean? Likes apples? what kind of nonsense is that?

I ran my eyes over the page, and noticing parts of the words, I already knew everything.

• Alvira Tome Mistress
• Type: Dominant (likes to dominate the imps in her submission but only after their consent).
• Age: 478 years old.
• Likes: Fruit, tea, strapon, vaginal sex, oral sex, anal sex, imp pussy, imp juices (whatever that means), anal plugs, turning tomsmasters into her imp, when call her mommy, shibari, massaging her nipples, piercings, tattoos, "daughters", pet-play.
• Features: Aristocratic inclinations, considers everyone to be drawn in his book as his daughters and takes care of them, infinitely respects the owner of the book (whoever he was at the time of ownership), corrupting.
• Dislikes: Owners of the book (if they are men), when she is insulted, stop words, serve the owner of the volume, mages.

...

I looked at it with my mouth open for a while. I understood the general information. Alvira is the owner of this book? She has a very attractive body, with firm large breasts, her hips were the size of Zoe's. But still, Mistress Alvira was a bit inferior.The horns grew straight out of her forehead, adding centimeters to her height...8? Speaking of which. Another thing I noticed was her height. She was only 2.62 feet.Or, in other words, she was only 80 centimeters. Which makes her almost half my size. Or, in other words, she was only two-and-a-half inches. Which makes her almost half my size.

-Anna: Well, at least you're inferior to me in some ways, Alvira.

I stared at her with a winning smile, and after a few seconds I was impressed by her sight again. The words rolled off my tongue.

-Anna: Alvira, I summon you.

A purple flash of light, immediately struck my eyes, I instinctively covered my eyes with my palm as I wiped them. And I looked to the side above it levitated... Alvira.

-Alvira: How may I serve you?

-Anna:WHAT.THE.FUCK.!!!

I fell to the floor, my legs just refused to hold me. Pushing back with my elbows, I wanted to "run" as far away as possible.

-Alvira: Stop... w- wait.

-Anna: STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!!!

-Alvira: Uhhhh I'm gonna have to try harder with this one.

After these words from the demon, my legs found the strength to pick up my carcass and go on the run.

-Anna: Esmiralda!! Esmiralda !!!

-Esmiralda: Wh...? What? What's going on?

The old woman hurriedly woke up muttering.

-Anna: There's a monster, a monster!

-Esmiralda: What are you talking about?

-Anna: Look for yourself, here it is!!!

She got up from the table and walked quickly in my direction. I was walking back toward the rack of books and Alvira, but. I stood in front of the narrow aisle between the stacks, where some kind of witchcraft had just happened. But there was no book, no demon.

-Esmiralda: Where? what?

The old woman came right up to me, and began to examine the aisle with me.

-Esmiralda: Where is your monster? WHERE?!

-Anna: It's...It was here...

-Esmiralda: Are you okay?

-Anna: The BOOK AND THE MONSTER WERE RIGHT HERE I SWEAR!!!!

-Esmiralda: STOP SCREAMING! GET OUT OF THE LIBRARY, NOW!!!

The bewilderment, fear, and angry expression on the old woman's face literally carried me out of the building. I grabbed my bag and ran as fast as I could to the house.

...

I did not wait for the bus, I wanted to get home as soon as possible, I ran the shortest way I could think of. And to spite everything that was going on, it started to rain. I ran through the woods that adjoined the city road and could lead me to private homes. Why was I so scared? I could be a million percent sure it was all real. This Demon, what could he do to me? Take my soul? Kill me? **** me? I didn't want to think about anything but my home, it's safe and secure. I just wanted to hide in my room.

Anna:YES, HOME! TO MY MOTHER AND FATHER, THEY WILL PROTECT ME.

Why are the words coming out of me?... NO!

Anna: FUUUUUUUUUUCK!

I tripped over a root and hurt my leg at ankle level.

Anna: oh my god, why you PUNISHIED ME!!!

I screamed into the void, hurtful, very hurtful, the wound is serious. My clothes were a cross between a floor cloth and garbage. My father had once said don't you dare blame someone else for your failures. And he's right I wasn't an athlete or anything, so I fell, because I didn't even bother to look under my feet.

Anna: haaa haaa, I... I don't think it was real. What a load of crap. I think it's just my imagination, what the hell is a sexy imp? Does that even sound terribly ridiculous?

When people see an illusion, they are one hundred percent sure of it and try to prove in every way that they are not crazy.

Anna: I didn't see anything, do you hear? I'm not crazy!!! .... it can't be..... FINALLY!!!

I reached Milk Lake, the windows from my room had a great view of it. All I had to do was go around the lake and I would be home. Now I convinced myself of a few things today, first of all I hate people who like rain. Second, I'm not crazy. Three, I want to die between Zoey's legs. The last thought put me back in the mood, and I laughed.

...

-Anna: I'M HOME!!!

-Men: HOLY SHIT!

A man stood in front of me, with a beard and a bald head, he was a head taller than me and was dressed in a business suit. Mother Nature had not spared him any weight. He resembled a cartoon capitalist.

-Anna: Um, who are you?

-Man: Michael, there's a homeless man here, get a broom.

-Dad:What?

Behind the man looked my father's tall body.

-Dad: Anna! Where the hell have you been?

-Man: Wait, what? Is she your daughter?

I was still standing in the rain, this boar was blocking my passage.

-Man: You were talking so much about her, and the first time I met her I thought she was homeless.

-Anna: May I?...

-Dad: Max, why are you so quick to rush, first impressions are always deceptive have you heard about it?

-Man: Still, I think my son is too good for her.

They were talking as if they didn't notice me. wait...what?

-Man: You know what though? Let her show me how she plays the piano. Doesn't she have rehearsal tomorrow?

-Dad: Oh yeah sure, tonight at the same time in the theater on the main street, there's gonna be a show.

-Man: Will she be there?

He looked me over with a dismissive look, and as if to complete his image he took a cigar as thick as his fingers out of his jacket.

-Dad: Of course, absolutely.

-Anna: Dad my leg.

-Man: That's good!

-Man: Now if you'll excuse me, I have to take my leave.

My mother appeared next to my father. she had an umbrella in her hand, and a Derby style hat. along with her smile.

-Mom: Have a safe trip, Mr. Maximilian.

-Man: Oooooooooo sure, I mean it, if it wasn't for your pancakes Mrs. Theresa I wouldn't have given that girl a second chance.

He put a cigar in his mouth and flippantly took the umbrella and hat from my mother's hands.Then he was about to leave

-Man: Get out of my way...

I glanced at my father, and when I saw him, I immediately stepped aside. The fat bastard, like a penguin, walked over to one of the cars near our house and, with great effort, managed to climb into it. My parents started waving at him as he started the car. He honked his horn twice, as if to say goodbye. When he got far enough away from the house. The pain in my leg got worse. And I grabbed my leg.

Dad: ... into the house now.

...

-Anna: Dad, it hurts.

-Dad: YOU STUPID CUNT! That client was a very important person! It was only thanks to your mother that I was able to get him on the hook!

I was lost in space, sitting on the floor, holding onto my wounded leg, looking at my father, angry like a dog. There was surprise and fear in my gaze, and I couldn't help but listen to him at that moment... He didn't calm down much.

-Dad: Now you're going to get cleaned up, go back to your room and go to bed, and tomorrow you're going to be preparing all day for your performance.And I don't want to know where you've been or what kind of "library" you go to.

He turned away from me and went to the shelf where he took the TV remote. He turned away from me and went to the shelf where he took the TV remote. I kept staring at him, one question popping into my head through a salad of emotions.

-Anna: What did he mean when he said his son was too good for me?

-Dad: There's no point in hiding it, so I'll tell you.

He sat down in the chair in front of the TV and without even looking in my direction continued.

-Dad: We decided to marry you off, his son is the direct heir to a fortune that belongs to him and it wouldn't be bad if it belonged to us too.

I had a lump in my throat. I was so tired that I didn't even have the energy to say anything else. If I confronted him, it would only get worse, the pain in my leg wouldn't go away, but I realized one thing. Two things, to be exact: the first made me sick, and the second...

-Anna: My opinion on this doesn't matter?

-Dad: We know what's best for you, child. Now do something with your leg and go to the bathroom. This conversation is over.

I thought it was a scary dream. A very scary dream that never ends. Next to me was the first-aid kit. My mother was sitting in the chair behind me, knitting a handkerchief. I realized that while I was in a stupor, she put a box next to me and went about her hobby. I said in a low voice...

Anna: I can't do it myself...

Mom: My Gosh dear, you're a big girl, we prepared you for this kind of situation, put an ****-free bandage around your leg and that's it!

I thought she was joking, but no. These are really her words, my mother's words. I added a first aid kit to my bag, got up and walked sluggishly to my room, limped. The ladder test, was passed. Just a couple of turns and there I was, standing in the middle of my room.

...

I dropped the bag from my hands and put the first aid kit on the table, the wound was serious but not critical. I thought as I sat down in my chair.

-Anna: It would be better to take a bath first...

...

I undressed as quickly as my condition allowed, I sat in the bath under the shower with my arms around myself. I thought about the events that were taking place, and they didn't raise much of a question. My father wants to marry me off because he wants to enrich the family. He knows it's the right thing to do and it's better for.... me? My mother chose to pursue her hobbies rather than help me with my wound. She knows I can do this on my own. Makes sense...

Anna: Why do I want to cry?....

Is that what parental care is? For some reason I remembered that word. Caring. I had never thought about it before, I just did whatever my parents asked me to do. They taught me to take care of myself, they apparently didn't want to waste their energy on me and chose their job over me. Why am I playing the piano at all? Why do I wear boring clothes to school? Because that's the standard of a dumbass! Then why do I go to this particular school where everyone is required to wear this uniform?... Who is this Alvira?... With all these questions, time flew by and I came out of the bathroom pre-tidying myself up.

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When I had bandaged my wound, I put the bag on the table, and finally dried off. I went to bed. After a few hours I realized that I was shivering, probably with chills. No wonder, since I'd been caught in the rain. I was sick. I was going to have a fever and a fever. I couldn't sleep I was very hot and felt weak all over my body. I decided to go warn my parents that I would not be able to go to school, and with great effort I got out of bed. When I opened the door, I realized that the house was quiet at night and everyone was asleep. I couldn't wake them up. I would tell them tomorrow. When I closed the door and turned to the bed I saw a book on the floor, the one from the library. And I had a stroke. HOW? WHAT WAS IT DOING HERE? I fell to the floor and pressed myself against the dorr. it wasn't a mirage or an illusion, she was really lying two meters away from me.

Anna:What the fuck...

I spoke as quietly as possible, frightened. I didn't know what to do, I was in a stupor, none of this was normal, it just can't happen twice, given all the brain research at the moment, the same illusion can't occur twice. But I remember holding it in my hands as I flipped through the book... when I saw Alvira...