Madness crept in...

{if Roxxy is alive = true}Nora felt terrible. The things she's seen, while individually not too severe, added up and weighed her down; physically, but especially mentally. Roxxy... was effected similarity, though Nora did not realise it. They did not talk to each other, both trying to process their thoughts by themselves. Perhaps that was their folly.

'She's plotting something.'

The little thought popped into her head and lingered, echoing in her mind. She didn't think it by choice, as if it were someone else's, yet still familiar.

'Fuck her. She's going to fuck me when my back is turned.'

"Shut up."

"You say something?" Roxxy looked with a seemingly shifty glint in her eye.

"Nope, just, uh, stubbed my toe."

Roxxy nodded, going back to studying the glyphs on the wall.

'She's plotting something.' It rang once more in her head. She tried to swat these thoughts away, to reassure herself, but they kept coming back stronger. 'She will if I don't. There's even an altar I could pin her down to. Fuck her. I'm stronger than her. Fuck her and then kill her. Seems like a good plan.'

Whoah, did she really just consider that? Sure she's plotting something, but she's her friend.

'We're rivals, not friends.' Nora nodded. That was true. Without much thinking, Nora carefully and silently removed the coil of rope from her bag. She stopped. Was this really necessary though?

'It is necessary.'

Fair enough. It was all the convincing Nora needed to turn on her friend. It all felt very right, as if morals never existed. Silently she crept, taking advantage that Roxxy was distracted and unaware. With a series of quick movements, Nora ambushed her with the rope, wrapping it around her torso.

"What the...!?" Roxxy cried as she was grappled to the floor, Nora's knee digging into her back. "Nora, what the hell are you doing?!"

Nora stayed silent, tying her wrists together, and then her legs. Roxxy wriggled, trying to break free.

"Seriously Nora, this isn't funny! Untie me right now!"

"Don't act like you weren't planning to do this to me."

Roxxy stuttered, momentarily lost for words. "What?! Are you out of your mind? We're friends Nora, why on earth would I do that?!"

"I don't know, why would you?"

"Listen to yourself Nora, you're acting fucking crazy!"

"I am listening to myself."

Nora lifted her up and slung her over her shoulder, only to place her on the altar a moment later. Roxxy cursed every swear she knew, in every language she knew; gnashing her teeth, trying to break her bonds through wild movements. It was for naught however; Nora was in the scouts when she were younger, and was quite familiar with strong knots.

'Good. Now I'm going to fuck her.'

Nora unbuckled Roxxy's trousers, taking them down to her knees along with her panties. A pretty pink pussy trembled in fear, a well groomed patch of hair resting just above it.

"Is this what it's all about, just fucking?! Nora, you could've just asked, you didn't have to be so rough! I don't appre-mmpf!"

Nora tore off Roxxy's panties, scrunched them into a ball, and shoved them deep enough into her mouth that she couldn't spit them out. Then she began to strip herself. First her shirt, then her trousers, and then her bra and panties; they all fell to the ground, Roxxy watching all the while, tears starting to well in her eyes. It was all very... ritualistic somehow. Nora shivered in anticipation. She climbed on top, her snatch kissing Roxxy's, and she bit her lip. She began to rub them together, jerking her hip forwards.

'**** her out,' she thought, 'just wrap my hands around her neck.'

She wrapped her hands around Roxxy's neck, much to her pleading, muffled voice not to. The grip got tighter, and tighter... Roxxy whimpered, as her face slowly turned more and more blue. They were both bucking their bodies, though for different reasons; one in pleasure, and the other in desperation.

In the end, Nora won, gripping Roxxy's neck tight enough to crush it. Roxxy's bloodshot eyes rolled back, and with her last twitches, provided the madly grinning Nora with enough stimulation to orgasm, causing her to yelp happily as she drenched Roxxy's hips and legs with a torrent of clear, musky femcum in her last, final living moment...

Nora stayed in her position on top for a while, shivering with pleasure, her hands still wrapped around her neck even though she's been dead for quite some time. She was chuckling, her breath haggard and her teeth bared and grinning cruelly.

'It was the only way.'

"Yeah," Nora agreed, only now unwrapping her fingers. Her grip left deep, bruised dimples in Roxxy's neck. Roxxy seemed at peace now, though perhaps she just seems perticularly still compared to before. Nora kissed her.

"We'll meet again soon." She stood up and climbed off the altar. She didn't bother getting dressed again; there just wasn't a point anymore. The darkness enveloped her as she wandered off into the tunnels blindly, a grin stuck on her face.

Occasionally one could hear a laugh, mad and hysterical, coming from down the tunnels; sometimes, they were even followed by a sad, regretfull sob.{else}Nora felt terrible. The things she's seen, while individually not too severe, added up and weighed her down; physically, but especially mentally. She didn't feel like exploring anymore. She felt like curling up on the floor and giving up. She felt like crying. She felt like laughing.

She didn't feel anything at all. Not anymore.

"I don't want to be here..." She rocked gently, cradling herself back and forth. "I don't want to be here," she repeated, "I don't want to be here..." She sat there for a very long time, long enough for her flashlight to run out of battery. She didn't bother replacing it. Darkness once again reclaimed that corner, but she barely noticed it. She only sat there, rocking back and forth, until she no longer could keep herself awake, and she fell into a deep, black, slumber.

Nora was never seen again.{endif}