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Chapter 18 by Redchopster
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Three days later
You stared down pitifully at the limp body of Hestia slouched in the back corner of the cave. She was covered in mud, and even a bit of shit and piss. You weren't the one who had done so, but she deserved every last bit of it. You glare at her, and spit in her eye before turning your back to her and walking out of the cave.
"Filthy bitch..." You mutter and return to the artificial sunlight of the arboretum. It had been three days since Hestia raped you. She had drugged everyone with blueberries in the chicken salad, and then took you out to the window where she raped you.
Cynthia had told her side of the story as well. You were all caught up in the events that had happened, even though you had no memory of it. It turned out that Cynthia acting suspicious was nothing more than a misunderstanding. She had merely been investigating the mystery on her own, looking for the object that Hestia had used to rape both Filia and you. When you found her with the strapon, she was investigating a strange footprint, trying to memorize it before the rain washed it away.
After the investigation, Hestia was then placed in the corner of the cavern and was constantly forcefed Gooseberries and Gold Raspberries to keep her from moving or talking.
A day after that, Miku took you into the food dropoff room and whispered something interesting to you. Apparently, there was a loose wire in that room, and if it received a high-enough voltage, it would unlock the door to a nearby air vent. Cynthia was an electrician before getting transformed, so she knew how to deal with electric equipment. She and Miku were working on reverse-engineering sex toys to create a device with a strong enough charge. Miku assumed that shortly after they left the room, Hestia was able to sneak in and steal the strapon.
The device was put on hold the moment Miku found out about Filia getting raped. Only recently were they able to finish, and tonight, the plan Miku had worked on for six years was finally about to take action.
You had just given Hestia a large handful of blueberries, putting her out of commission until you were long gone. You walk out of the cave and join up with the rest of the group. The lights were dimming, signaling the end of the day. The plan was to go at just the right time where it was dark enough to conceal your escape, but before the night-vision cameras turned on. Every painstaking detail was thought out. Miku had prepared for every possible scenario. She had created ropes from plant fiber, tasers from sex toys, smoke bombs from ash, armor from bark, knives from stone, and most importantly, memory loss bombs that would disorient foes. Blackberries, unlike blueberries, would take effect if even a pinch of them entered an opponent's body. Miku had burned blackberries to a crisp and mixed them in with ashy smoke bombs to create a cloud that would render foes helpless.
You didn't receive a suit of armor. There wasn't enough to go around. You did, however, receive a belt with two smoke bombs a taser and a memory loss bomb. You were to stay in the back lines in order to avoid sleeping darts. Finally, there was one policy that was to be followed.
Any hit teammates were to be helped. You were a tribe, a family, and you wouldn't leave anyone behind.
You sat and waited in your group of eleven as you waited for Miku to give the signal. You waited, and you waited under the apple tree, where Miku had set up base. Finally, after half and hour or so passed by, Miku gives the signal.
"Now."
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A strange building came into existence not too long ago... Short on your luck, you decide to take up a job there in order to pay your bills. Little do you know, you may end up working there for life...
Updated on Jul 7, 2018
by Redchopster
Created on May 24, 2018
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