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The Shame Game	By : Aynine Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > FemSlash/Yuri - Female/Female Views: 3352 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Shame Game

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Chapter 10: Breaking the Ice

            I have to… run. I have to… get out of here.

            Pale hands, enveloped by stain-darkened cloth reached out. Delicate fingers trembled with eagerness as they arrived at her neck. Meg’s eyes were wide on them, tracing up to their body with her eyes, but it only magnified the horror. No, please! As she gazed at the faceless Nurse’s head, those eager hands found her throat and began to constrict. The woman lowered herself close, until their faces were merely an inch apart. I can’t… breathe. I can’t… scream!

            “Maybe next time, Megan.”

            The sprinter awoke with a gasp, springing up to sitting, and then immediately slouching forward as she focused on taking deep breaths. Trembles echoed out of her body, and she blinked the dream away. Reaching up to her neck, she gently massaged it, recalling the reality of those hands snuffing the life out of her more than once in the past. Given the recent events it made those memories all the more distressing, but now they were compounded by a conflict of how to feel about the Nurse and her own situation. She quietly sighed and turned to see Nea still sleeping. The tagger seemed so peaceful in contrast to herself. Meg stealthily left the tent and stretched as she got out. Unleashing a yawn, she stretched and realized her hair was a frazzled mess, and a tendril of drool had run across her cheek. Quickly cleaning herself up, she moved towards the campfire.

            Several other survivors were there and talking amongst each other, and Meg took a seat beside Bill. She offered a wave and a smile to the old soldier. “Morning, Bill.”

            “Hey, kiddo. Everything alright between you and Nea? Things looked pretty heated last night.” The survivors attempted some normality by trying to reassociate time with events, even if all they knew was an everlasting night in the twisted realm.

            The sprinter nodded and smiled. “Yeah. We had a… disagreement, but everything is fine now.”

            Ace was sitting on an adjacent log and chuckled. “Didn’t take you for a muff diver, Meg.”

            She threw her head to him and glare. “It’s not like that, you prick.”

            The gambler bit his lip and put his hands up. “Ay, I’m not judging. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

            “So, are we all good?” Bill asked.

            Meg nodded. “Yeah. We just needed to talk some things out. We didn’t mean to worry you guys.” A chilling sensation crept over her, and she could feel the entity of the realm calling her to another trial. “I’ve got a trial,” she said. Taking a deep breath, she stood up and moved towards the edge of the light.

            “Good luck in there,” the old soldier called to her, offering an assuring nod.

She was joined by Ace, Quentin, and Adam. The latter two were quiet, and she didn’t know much about them, but they all shared the forlorn look of impending death. Nodding to one another, they moved into fog. Meg held her breath until she reached the other side, emerging into a field of corn husks. Surrounded, she could barely see anything around her until she crouched down. She spotted a generator down a row and scurried over to it, but a crackling stopped her before she could begin repairs.

            On the other side of the generator was a totem with a lit candle residing inside one of the skulls. Should I cleanse this hex totem? she wondered. Crouching down, she carefully dismantled the bones piece by piece. A part of her wondered if they were the bones of other survivors long dead, but the idea was too ghastly to finish processing. As the last piece was removed, thunder bellowed overhead and the rest of the totem crumbled to pieces. There was a hoo as Meg stood up and turned, but a hand covered her mouth, and she petrified as she could feel herself pulled into an embrace from behind. She was turned around and found a finger wagging in her face.

            “There’s no need for that,” said the Nurse quietly.

            In a wisp of distortion, she was gone. Meg let out a distressed squeak and collapsed on the ground, shaking. Images of her strangulations filled her vision, and she hyperventilated trying to get air into her lungs. No matter how hard she tried to breathe it still felt as though she was being suffocated. Closing her eyes, she focused on slowing her pace, and taking deeper breaths. After a few minutes she calmed down and the panic attack passed, but she realized her comrades were dying.

            Springing to her feet with renewed resolve, she started toward the nearest hook and found Quentin hanging among an enclosure of hay bales. As she neared the hook, he groaned and turned his head to her. “Careful. She might still be around.”

            “She’s gone,” the sprinter reassured him. As she let him down, she noticed Adam and Ace had escaped on their own.

            “I wish I had Ace’s luck,” remarked the young man as she triaged his wounds. He blinked several times, and his strange state of wakefulness earned him the nickname dreamwalker. Despite that, his talents weren’t helpful against the Nurse. As soon as he was patched up the gambler was back on a hook. “Maybe not,” he muttered.

            Meg grimaced as the man wailed into the air again. “Get on a generator. I’ll grab Ace.” He nodded and they split apart, with her darting towards the hook.

            The screeches of the Nurse spilled into the air as Meg surged through the corn husks, getting brushed and whipped by leaves on her way through. She tried to keep her focus on survival and off of the Nurse’s presence altogether. Emerging from the rows of crop, she found Ace holding back the entity’s tendrils. They popped and creaked while the man groaned and grunted in labored breaths. It was a herculean effort to fight the entity off with a meat hook through your shoulder, and one could only hang on for a couple minutes at most. She wasted no time in removing him from the sinister hook, and he collapsed to the ground in a fit of languished coughs.

            “Thanks, kid,” he heaved, his face sagged with exhaustion and dripping with sweat. “I was nearly a goner.”

            A generator powered in the distance, and they could hear the Nurse’s screeches moving towards it, growing quieter in the distance. Meg moved quickly to patch the gambler up, and they stood as Quentin took a blow. The pair dashed to a nearby generator in time to find Adam activating it, and he wiped his brow of sweat. “Two more left. We can make it,” he assured them. Motioning for them to follow, they moved as a unit to a combine on the outer rim with a generator against it. However, only two could work on it. “You two get this running, and I’ll go get Quentin.” The teacher entered the corn husks, disappearing into them with the help of the mists. A minute passed and the generator was powered on, but Adam hadn’t returned. As they headed for the last one the teacher yelped and was down.

            Ace turned to Meg. “Shit,” he muttered. “I ain’t gonna make it if I’m hooked again. You’re the Nurse survivalist, and she hasn’t gotten you, yet. Can you make the save? I’ll make sure the last generator gets repaired.”

            The sprinter nodded and bolted into the corn fields towards Quentin. He was far, perhaps too far to make it in time, but she pushed herself to make it. Leaves batted her face, and she braced herself until she breached the field of plants. The enclosure the dreamwalker was hooked in was close, and she cleanly vaulted through an opening beside the hook. Her shoes crunched into the dirt as she pivoted to him. The clouds appeared and the executing tendrils were reaching down, prompting her to reach up and grab him off of the hook with seconds to spare.

            Abruptly, Meg was ripped away and she let loose a shriek before petrifying. The Nurse had appeared and snatched her away, and she watched with crestfallen eyes as the man was taken away, his final breaths as his body went limp sent sickened chills across her body. Together, the women watched as the clouds disappeared, erasing all existence Quentin had in the trial.

            The Nurse sighed and gently sat Meg down against a wall. “Please wait here,” she said softly. A glowing hand was raised to her mouth and she could feel herself being drained once again. Afterwards, she was left breathless and exhausted, and slumped forward before falling to laying a few seconds after. However, the faceless woman was already gone, and she glanced up to see the wisps of distortion fading away.

            After a moment, she finally caught her breath, but her comrades were already meeting their end. She’s going to kill me this time, she thought as distress set in. Her strength hadn’t returned, yet, but she could still crawl. Disoriented moans escaped her lips, and her body was sluggish, but movable. She powered through the dizziness and started to make her way out of the enclosure. I have to get out of here. Maybe… Maybe I can find the hatch… Adam was the last to die, and as she could hear his final wail of pain the Nurse returned. Meg looked up at her and froze, trembling. Her eyes well with tears as she felt death gazing back.

            However, the faceless woman put her saw away and gingerly lifted Meg from the ground, cradling her in her arms. “I apologize for that awful sort of business, but it’s over now.”

            “You… You killed them…” she murmured.

            The Nurse nodded slowly. “I sacrificed them to the entity, though… that is not much different.” She made a wheezing sigh, and they drifted to the cover of some trees and grass. A blanket was laid out, and she set the sprinter down before taking her seat just across from her. The long skirt covered her legs, but her pale feet were visible, bound in stained bandages. Meg wasn’t sure if it was grime or old blood on them, and she tried not to think about it. “Sorry to leave you like that, but I didn’t want you running away.”

            The sprinter still felt drained, but she was able to sit up again. Her mind considered fleeing, but any time the Nurse had a single target she seemed to have perfect accuracy with her blinks. In particular, when it was Meg alone. She resisted the urge to try and run for the hatch, and instead mustered the resolve to engage the faceless woman. Offering a cautious, yet bewildered look, she managed to meekly ask a question. “Wh-what… is your name?” The Nurse cocked her head to one side, and Meg flinched. It was her usual posture as she hunted, and it only made her lack of a face all the more unsettling to witness before her attacks. She peeled her gaze away and shivered, rubbing one arm with the other.

            “Did I not… tell you?” When she received a head shake in response, she sighed. “I… must’ve forgotten in the, erm… heat of the moment, if you will.” She cleared her throat again and fastidiously smoothed her uniform out. “My name is Sally. Sally Smithson,” she said enthusiastically.

            Is she… smiling under there? Meg wondered. She definitely recognized a joy in her voice as she introduced herself properly. “Why, um… why did you sacrifice the rest of them?”

            Sally shuffled forward and took one of Meg’s hands and clasped it, leaning closer. “I can only save you, my dear. I can extend mercy, but my influence and power, and the other benefits I offer require me to make those sacrifices. There is a certain, shall we say, quota that all of us must adhere to. Some enjoy the killing, and that is all they desire. However, for those of thus that do not… we desire other accommodations.”

            “You… just want me for sex…”

            The Nurse shook her head. “I… would much prefer a more… intimate relationship.”

            Meg choked on her own breath as she tried to process what she just heard. Her lips fluttered as she made a series of strange noises, but any words she tried to offer tripped over each other on the way out.

            Sally put a finger to her lips and silenced her, maintaining a soft tone as she spoke. “Some of the others only want that from the ones they chose, but I want something more. It doesn’t have to be as uncomfortable and unpleasant as just that. The protection I offer will always be there, but I can do much more… if you accept.”

            “I…” Meg watched her recede back to sitting, and her own eyes fell to the blanket. How did she even get this here? “What if I don’t… accept?” She could hear Sally’s tone shift.

            “That would be… very disappointing. I could add you to my quota and just make the next time extra special.”

            The sprinter blanched. She wasn’t sure whether to take that as an idle threat, or simply a matter of consequence until the Nurse got what she wanted. In the end, Meg was going to suffer. “Have you been letting me go all this time for… for this?”

            Sally placed a hand to her chin. “Hmm… No, no. You were quite hard to catch, but I have been letting you go now. I had already applied my influence to protect you from the others, though. I know I said I could do that before, but I still did it anyway.”

            Meg chewed her lip. The Trapper… I wonder if he…?

            “Here, I got you something to demonstrate my influence a bit more.” The Nurse produced a bundle of clothing and set in front of her, patting the top of it. “I thought you would look cute in this.” The sprinter took the clothes and unfolded them, confused as to what they were… at first. As she lifted up the largest piece, a familiar pair of underwear fell out. “I thought you might want those back. And Anna said you can keep hers.”

            Is Sally really a pervert, or is she just screwing with me? She offered her a bewildered look. She has to be messing with my head. …Right? As she laid out the clothes, she realized it was a uniform like Sally’s, though it seemed brand new, lacking any fraying or stains.

            “Put it on,” the Nurse cooed. The eagerness in her voice made Meg uncomfortable, but she prepared to put the dress on over her clothes when she put a hand over it. “You’ll be more comfortable if you strip down, first.”

            Meg blushed and wanted to protest, but she swallowed and followed the ‘suggestion’. Perhaps the Nurse was a pervert, but given what she wanted from her it was becoming less and less of a surprise. Still, despite being alone with her as another woman, exposing her body still made the sprinter excruciatingly uncomfortable. Sally had certainly taken advantage of her the last time. What would stop her from doing it again?

            Quickly becoming nude, Meg put her underwear back on—something she took more of a relief in than she expected—and fumbled with the outfit. Sally rose up and helped her fit into it, adjusting the belt proper. To the sprinter’s surprise, the uniform was comfortable, though the puffed parts of the arms were certainly too dated for her tastes in fitted clothing.

            “My, my. You do look quite adorable.” The Nurse produced a mirror, though Meg was unsure from where, and showed her. As she studied the outfit and her reflection, she tried to imagine what Sally might look like in her place, but all she had was her otherworldly mouth and lips to go by, and she ultimately drew a blank.

            “Nurse—” Meg swallowed as the faceless woman’s head tilted in a peculiar way. “S-Sally… Did you tell the others… the other killers that I… that I like to… um, w-watch?”

            Once again, she cocked her head to one side. “Why, yes, of course.”

            “W-Why?” The sprinter’s face burned, and she wanted to shrink into the ground and disappear.

            The Nurse put a hand on her shoulder, and Meg guessed she was smiling. “Megan, we all have needs, and we’re not judging you. Lisa informed me of your particular… fancy, and I passed it along to the others to accommodate you on my behalf. Besides, some even like having an audience. Anna very much enjoyed your enthusiasm, and thought it inspired your friend.”

            Holy shit, holy shit! Internal panic and anxiety wormed its way through Meg and she looked to the floor. What the fuck has the Hag done!?

            Sally leaned closer and shushed. “You don’t need to be embarrassed around me, or them. Like I said, I’m not judging you, okay?”

            Meg couldn’t even begin to address the situation with her. She’d already offered her doubt about accepting her offer, and Sally was most certainly not going to like that. Now she seemed all too supporting of her new fetish, even if it was an accident. “Wh-what about us?” she blurted out, scrambling to get something else out.

            The Nurse chuckled and shook her head. “Absolutely not. They may look, but you are mine. And when are alone together,” she said, lowering to a sultry and hushed voice. “It stays that way.” She rolled her cover up and wrapped an arm around the sprinter’s waist. Meg took the cue for a kiss, but she hesitated too long and Sally simply pulled her into one. She was grateful that there was no tongue in this one, and the Nurse merely chuckled again as she released her. “Still as bashful as ever,” she teased. Abruptly, she turned away and disappointment was stitched in her voice. “Unfortunately, I‘m afraid that I have to go. I’ll see you again as soon as I can, okay?”

            Meg found herself nodding absently while she processed everything. It wasn’t until the Nurse’s hand was glowing and she disappeared that she realized she had collected her normal clothes and left. “W-wait! I can’t escape… with… this…” she trailed off. Damn it. How am I going to explain this to the others? Maybe my clothes will change back when I leave. She sighed and resigned herself to coming up with an excuse. She found the hatch a short distance away and jumped on, her mind reeling from the latest encounter with the Nurse.
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