Episode 5:Harem-Part 2

Emily found herself walking down what appeared to be a long, brightly-lit hallway. Around her dozens of doors, and she could see nothing but doors as far as her eyes would allow her, with no end ever to be in sight. For reasons unclear to her, she did not question her presence in this place, nor why this place had so many doors to be opened. Instead, she walked along the hallway and its multitude of doors, until she stopped by one that seemed to catch her attention.

The door, like every other door around it, was pitch-black and consisted of a shiny material, yet not one of metal. There was not a knob to be found, but she discovered that when touching it, a section of its surface would fade into a bold white, only to fade again to black when she removed her hand. Although closed, the door held some sort of attraction to her, and on that attraction alone, she pushed it aside to gaze what awaited inside.

She found without surprise that like the hallway, the room was also bathed in a bright-white glow, yet what truly caught her attention was the room’s sole occupant other than Emily’s: herself.

There she was, standing in the corner stark-naked with her bare back facing her; yet there she really was, standing by the doorway watching herself standing stark-naked in the corner with her bare back facing her. Yet in the confusion of Emily seeing a double of herself humbly awaiting in a room she had yet to enter, all that she could wonder was if her backside always looked like that.

Emily (all the while facing her unchanged duplicate) fully entered into the room, and closed the door behind her. This must have caught the duplicates’ attention, for it slowly turned itself around, and faced Emily from across the room, and indeed completely nude.

Emily couldn’t help herself but realize how pretty she figure truly was: even though she remembered herself as being short, it was hard to tell when the only one in the room to compare it to was her exact size. If there was anything that could have bugged her, it was her perky if not extremely small breasts, definitely an A-grade bust if not lower. Her legs, although not as tall as most girls she had seen, were of fair length. Her maidenhood, small and still hairless above, was something she felt genuinely proud of. Indeed, she did look beautiful, and her other-self seemed to agree.

The duplicate smiled at her, and with that smile belonging to an innocent face matched with fully-exposed ‘assets’, that smile appeared to be very welcoming. To her sudden surprise, the duplicate spoke, and it was indeed weird to hear yourself speak words when you were not the one speaking them, no matter how familiar they may seem.

“I believe this, will explain everything.”

In probably the only time since she was here, Emily was puzzled. She tried to ask Emily 2 what she meant, but upon trying with no luck and futilely grasping at her own throat, she found she was incapable of speaking. No matter how hard she tried, she found that not a single word could come out of her own lips; and thus could only watch as her duplicate slowly walked towards her, all the while continuing to speak.

“Do you want me to show you how this works?”

It was after this, that Emily noticed something was of with this girl. Emily saw something odd about her right arm, and looked with complete shock as it disconnected from her body, and plopped lifelessly to the floor. The other Emily did not seem to notice, and as faint drips of blue trickled out of the stump, she continued to slowly stride forward, all the while continuing her cryptic conversation.

“How long do you think you’ll be gone?”

Just as the stump of her right arm stopped leaking, her left arm did exactly the same, and yet the duplicate did not seem to care that now both her arms had fallen of. Emily pushed herself against the door, but as much as she tried pushing against it, it would not budge open. Now her armless, and still chatty duplicate, was even closer than before.

“Thanks for helping me carry this; I couldn’t have moved it on my own.”

Emily looked at the small drips of bluish fluid that came from both those stumps, and couldn’t feel anything but sad notions of sympathy as the poor (yet still beautiful) thing, and now saw that it stood merely a foot from where she was. And still, even with what hefty damage it had suffered, what wounds it now sustained, the armless duplicate continued to speak as if nothing was wrong.

“I’m sorry, but I’m just so tired right now. I think I’m going to take a na….”

For some reason Emily 2 did not finish her sentence, but as the real Emily saw a small trickle of the blue fluid trail down from her lips, she had a fair guess as to why. Indeed right on her hunch, Emily watched as the poor duplicates’ head plopped off her body, and landed perfectly into the unsuspecting arms of Emily.

As the body toppled backwards, a stream of blue gushed out of her neck, and soaked the poor Emily completely. It had all been so sudden, so surprise and without warning, that she could do nothing but focus on the decapitated head, her own decapitated head, that she now held in her hands. The eyes, a faint-brown in hue, were expanded and empty. The mouth hung open, slack-jawed and with bits of blue dripping from the stump of her neck. The hair, shaped into that of her younger self, was soaked in the blue-like stuff. It saddened Emily that this once pretty head, her own pretty head, was now lifeless and dead; or so she thought.

Suddenly, its eyes regained focus, and with blue pouring out of her throat, the head spoke something that Emily not only understood, but that she was terrified by.

“The life of this model……will soon expire.”

With a deafening scream forcing its way out of her lips, Emily fell off the mattress and onto the carpeted floor. She was startled, and could do nothing but look around the vague darkness of the bedroom around her. Her nerves gradually regained hold of themselves, and with a sigh from her breath, she came to the conclusion that there was nothing wrong at the moment.

She had only been dreaming.