Chapter 5: Next

She found herself on the couch back in her room. Her right hand suddenly reacted to her mingled thoughts and felt for her right breast. To her surprise, its momentum was met with a soft bounce. Her fingers spread out before curling in for grip; a huge mass occupied her palm. She brought her fingers down towards the center. But, they, which would otherwise have touched each other, were blocked by something jutting out from the mass. Using her thumb and forefinger, she rubbed this protrusion, giving it a light twist. A part of her brain drowned in pleasure as the synapses in her right nipple responded to this delicate touch.

Her right breast was there. She was relieved… relieved? Why would she be relieved? It wasn’t like her breast had gone missing…

She stood up and walked to the bathroom, opened the tap and splashed a handful of water on her face. Her memory was still hazy. She tried to recall what happened but there was a void her in head. She remembered pieces, but not enough to make sense. Pain… she remembered pain. As the dust in her memory starts to settle, she began to sweat and breathe heavily.

Yes, she remembered. She remembered blades slicing their way into her right mound. She remembered her plum glands get ripped off her chest.

She was sweating now, but it wasn’t sweat that caught her attention. She felt uneasiness between her legs so she felt for it. She was wet. Still, it wasn’t the wetness that she found surprising. Her sacred shrine between her legs was being very sensitive. When she gave it a light squeeze, she felt herself shutter, and her mind went blank in pleasure.

Her utopia was disturbed by a low-pitched whirling noise. The noise was very familiar to her because it sounded exactly like a drill. Curious, she placed her ear on the wall. The whirling was more audible now.

Louder, the sound got louder. Her heart began to pound.

It kept getting louder. Suddenly, SCREECH!

She woke up, fearful and panicking. She turned her head to her right where the noise was coming. She gasped when she found a drill bit spinning downwards a few inches away from her head. As it slowed down to a stop, she glanced at where it was drilling. There was a small dent and scratch marks on the metallic table.

“Welcome back, princess! Are you ready to have some more fun? Because the next thing is going to be very exciting!” said the man joyously.

She tried to squirm herself free again but her body didn’t budge. She screamed through the gag, but only muffles came. She start to weep wishing she had never woken up from the dream.