2B finally exposed to the vultures

LaVerne's voice had that air of untouchable authority:

"Name?"

"2B" She looked and sounded stoic for her situation.

"Hm. I assume it's the number 2 and the letter B?"

"Indeed."

"Do you like it?"

"No. Not at all."

H: But it sounds cute.

Ñ: SHUT. UP.

"Alright." Adds LaVerne, clearly unperturbed. “What do you think of the modifications your owner has made you?"

"I like them... on the surface."

"That's pretty ambiguous. Do you want me to give a more detailed answer for you?"

LaVerne, you son of the biggest bitch, you thought.

"I didn't want to admit it, but I can't hide it anymore! I love them. I've always wanted to have a cock and suck milk from my own nipples. I never thought

2B: That's not what I said.

You: Excuse me?

Ñ: NO WAY, YOU ACTUALLY GAVE HER A COCK? HAHA, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

2B: Actually I said something like.....

"Tschh." 2B closes her eyes, frowning, "They're uncomfortable. The whole thing is uncomfortable. It wouldn't have bothered me so much if he hadn't modified my genitals in a way I would never have accepted. He also modified my giant breasts so they could lactate. It feels like I carry two bulges on my chest and two in my crotch all the time. Besides, he put this creepy feature on my stomach that I'd rather not remember. Bonus, he's been kind of a jerk throughout the whole process. My outfit is nice, though."

Murmurs.

"Has Mr. Wells fucked you yet?"

"No."

"And would you consider fucking him?"

2B adjusts her headband and takes a second longer to blink than usual.

"Maybe."

H claps her hands and laughs a little.

Ñ: Wait, but you two have already fucked, right?

2B: Heh.

You: If I told you now, the story would get boring. Dear, let me tell this part....

"Uncertainty. Acceptable." LaVerne said.

Silent murmurs.

Wait, what?

Were those the syllables that came out of her mouth?

Did they have the meaning you think they do? What does one mean by the word <<maybe>>?

Your heart spinning. 2B rested her gaze on you. Her synthetic eyes pierced you and you didn't know what she saw in yours.

"That would be it."

2B returns to sit on the floor, next to you.

Neither you nor she look away from each other.

<<May-be>> echoed in your head. Oh, such a fantastic combination of words! Such poetry, such wonderful music in its sound!

And best of all, it was true, it was completely true! DID YOU HEAR, PILATE? THAT'S WHAT THE IRRESISTIBLE TRUTH SOUNDS LIKE!

"Don't get your hopes too high." 2B's determination exhales in her voice and steady gaze. "You're on a tightrope."

Then you smiled widely.

Your toy wants to play.

This is going to be very, VERY fun.

2B laughs a bit.

Seconds of silence.

Ñ: That's it?

You: For now. What happened in the bus it's too long and tiring to tell.

2B: Sure, you don't want to tell when I verbally destroyed you.

H: (Leans closer to you and whispers in your ear) Is she always this annoying?

You: (Push her, almost knocking her off the bed) NEVER talk about her like that. I AM THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN DISRESPECT HER IN HERE.

Ñ: Look at you, Tim. Acting like a toddler trying to defend his toy.

H: (Holds back tears and hugs Ñ's arm) [REDACTED], [REDACTED], look at me, I am bleeding....

Ñ: You're not bleeding....

H: Look how much he hurt me! (points at you) He deserves to suffer! Kill him, kill him!

Ñ pushes H, way more gently than you.

H, with barely visible tears, rubs her own shoulder.

2B: (Gently strokes H's arm) It's okay, it's okay....

<<Maybe>>, <<maybe>>, <<maybe>>,

And what did he have that you didn't? A thick, clublike schlong or something?