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The masked frat boys surrounded her on all sides. "Little rabbit," the leader said. "Are you prepared to have the slut fucked out of you?"
"Oh, junior." She smirked. "I'd just love to see you try."
Two of the boys moved to shove her down on her knees - but she was already there of her own accord, gleefully reaching for the closest pair of boxers...
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Fucking ow. Oh, God, her head... no, really, her everything. Emilia raised her head out of the pillow, weakly propping herself up with her arms. Shit. She felt sore all over. What time was it? Judging by the daylight in the room, she must've at least slept into the afternoon...
... wait.
Why couldn't she move her legs?
Why was she wearing fishnets?
Why was she dressed like Katya?
Her mind raced inside of her aching skull. The spell, she thought. Something must've gone wrong with the spell. That's the only possible explanation. Need to get the phone - send a text to the witch...
She reached out for her nightstand, but she couldn't quite reach. She tried pushing herself over with her left hand. But no sooner did she make the attempt that both arms suddenly flopped down uselessly on the bed. Like someone had just flipped off their power switch. What the fuck, Emilia thought, her heart pounding. What the hell is happening to me?!
Her phone suddenly let out a strange noise she'd never heard it make before. It took her a second to figure out what it was.
She hadn't even known that Siri could cackle.
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