".....Okay."

(chapter originally by faith on writing.com)

"Reaaaally?" Maki asked.

"You sound surprised." Fuuka whispered, sitting in her chair with her legs crossed and her hands forming a protective X across her chest.

"I didn't think it'd be that easy, is all." Maki shrugged.

"You can see for yourself how much control I have over this situation." Fuuka glanced between her and Ekoda. "I can't even come to class with my clothes on! What little control I'm allowed over my body disappears if I try to avoid being humiliated! I have no control or say here!"

"Aww. Now I'm starting to feel guilty." Maki said, not really sounding the least bit guilty.

"Don't! If I can't avoid being humiliated over and over again I'd rather it be from submitting to someone I trust rather than a stranger or random circumstance. Or...someone malicious."

"You remember your talking to the girl who was malicious enough to lock you inside a school for a whole night? You trust someone like that?" Maki asked.

"I trust the girl who came to find me later that night." Fuuka said with conviction.

"Came back because we thought you might have killed yourself and didn't want to get in trouble!" Maki shot back.

"That's not true." Fuuka said immediately. "You aren't that callous."

"Maybe your just too damn naive for your own good." Maki whispered back, a touch of bitterness in her voice.

"No. I'm not." Fuuka said, glancing behind her. "I might have been. Once. But I've seen some things since then. I've learned some things about myself, too. Like how there's a voice in my head that keeps showing me the worst parts of myself and building them up because it refuses to see any worth inside me. Your like that, too, Maki. You and Natsuki both believe your so much more awful than you really are. I know the thought crossed your mind that you'd get in trouble if something happened to me. But that's not the same thing as honestly not caring if I lived or died. You aren't like that, no matter what you might think."

Unbidden, a flash of memory played in Fuuka's mind. It was a cold, bitter night atop a steeple of Tartarus. She remembered the pain of the shackles, cold and unyielding, clamping her to the cross with merciless ****. She remembered the raw state of her emotions- helpless rage, blind terror, an overwhelming spike of grief at being USED. The worst night of her life, the night that almost broke all of them. Fuuka hugged herself a little more tightly, feeling a chill that had nothing to do with her nudity. His eyes. The hollow, uncaring, demented eyes of the Chairman, executing Mitsuru's last living family member with the same casual glee he displayed when offering up one of his insufferable jokes. Listening to Maki's recriminations was almost funny. She was as close to one who had truly abandoned any value in a human life as the Earth was to the Moon.

"Well, thanks, little miss psychoanalyst. But whatever you say, it still feels like shit. The fact you can sit there and not hate me forever almost pisses me off. Your insufferable good girl act is part of what made us pick on you in the first place, you know." Maki said.

"Oh?" Fuuka asked, burying her head in her hands. "You might be in for a surprise, then. I'm not as kind or forgiving as you think. There's a part of me that really does hold a grudge for what you did. And this stupid Syndrome has let her out more than once already! If you want to know the truth, your probably in more danger than I am." Fuuka said.

"Oh really now?" Maki said.

"You can believe me or not. But I'll give you fair warning. She wants to punish you. If you aren't careful, you might just end up as naked as I am." Fuuka said.

"....I see." Maki said.

"You believe me?" Fuuka asked.

"You do remember how you vanished and we all started hearing voices, right? At this point, I'd believe just about anything if it comes from you. What else you got? Will the rumors I spread come to life and try to kill me? Will my TV prophecy future **** victims on rainy nights? Maybe the Moon will turn into a giant eyeball and kill us all?" Maki asked.

"Now your just being silly." Fuuka said.

"Look, if you say part of you wants to fight back, then bring it on, ghost-girl. I don't entirely get it, but I'll do whatever it takes if it means being square with you. Plus, the bitch in me never will get enough of the cute well you get all panicky and squeelly whenever you get embarrassed. Knowing you might actually fight back (for once in your goody girl life!) just makes it more exciting! So do your worst, ghost girl. I can take it, and oh boy can I dish it out!" Maki said with a smile.

Fuuka sighed heavily. "Okay. T-then...where do we begin?"

"Well, first why don't you tell me how much you like butt sex?"

"WHA-AT?" Fuuka said, realizing too late that she had broken into one of the squeels Maki adored.

"MISS YAMAGISHI! Another outburst like that and I will happily demonstrate why the lack of the paddle has ruined your generation!" Ekoda barked.

"Yes sir! I'm sorry, sir!" Fuuka said hastily, red faced.

"Heh. Too easy." Maki beamed.

"Wh-wha-what do you mean...b-butt sex?" Fuuka stammered.

"Well, I was just noticing how much you were enjoying it when that Takeba girl was giving it to you earlier." Maki explained.

"You...saw that?" Fuuka said, red as a beat.

"Well, not directly. But I saw the vid on the web earlier." Maki shrugged.

"We're on the internet???" Fuuka asked.

"Oh, yeah. All over the place. Its a little annoying how scattered it all is, but worth finding." Maki said.

"Oops. We'll have to do something about that. One website where everyone can see all the glorious SEES girl smut in all its slutty grandeur should be easy enough." Fuuka, or rather her inner puppetmaster, whispered inside her mind, much to Fuuka's horror.

"Anyway..." Maki purred. "Stop changing the subject. You liked it up the ass, didn't you ghost girl?"

"Makiiiiii...." Fuuka moaned softly. "I...that...it....felt good."

Maki beamed in truimph as Fuuka did her best to melt into her chair and hide from the world.

"Awwww. Its okay. No reason to be embarrassed over a little thing like that. Save the embarrassment for what I'm going to make you do!"

"Nooooooo." Fuuka whimpered.

"You heard of a butt plug, Yamagishi?"

Fuuka just shook her head.

"That's okay. It does exactly what it sounds like its supposed to. Even better, some of them will vibrate like a dildo. And better still, some of them can be activated remotely to do that." Maki said.

".....Why would...why would anyone...." Fuuka stuttered.

Maki shrugged. "Some guys like to make their girlfriends wear one while they randomly activate it in secret. They get a kick out of watching the girl squirm all day with a big thing in her butt they can randomly torment her with."

"....but why would you have one?" Fuuka asked.

"My last boyfriend was a sadistic ba....you know what, not fucking important! What is important is what your going to do with it!"

Fuuka cringed inwardly.