Meldy

Foreword

Long story short, there's a lot of gaps to fill and things to explain, so… Might be a one-off, might expand later.

Act I

A young girl lays on her stomach on top of her bed with an old cellphone in her hands, chatting with her best friend while rolling her straight, brown shoulder-length hair around her finger. She's trying her best to relax, but everything around her is making it near impossible. Her name is Melanie Kovalenko, a normal young girl with mostly Slavic ancestry.

An hour ago she could hear fighting from behind the thin walls of her home, located in an old apartment building in one of the poorest neighborhoods in Rhonia. The fight must've escalated from some small argument into something bigger again. The man living there was a violent type and was prone to beat his teenage son, most often with a belt. The noise had been drowned out under loud rave music and laughter coming from the living room, where her mother and her stepfather where throwing a party. She has a feeling that the little money her good-for-nothing parents had leeched off the welfare had been wasted on cigarettes and alcohol. She just can't take it anymore. She knows she's going to get into trouble later, but she doesn't care, so she sneaks out.

She finds some of her friends with a clique she's a part of, exchanging banter three block down towards the local park, infamous for the crime and the sins that go unnoticed by the local law enforcement, sometimes even purposely. It's not a place for anyone to walk alone during evenings or nights, especially not for a 135-centimeter-tall, ten-year-old, poor and powerless brat like Melanie. In a group though, she feels safe. The group she's part of though isn't exactly one she finds herself comfortable in. She's very plain compared to her flashy and fashionable cohorts and definitely doesn't carry herself like one of these so-called "cool kids"… Or at least that's how she perceives it.

An older girl from the group approaches her while they are walking south towards the commercial district about half a kilometer away. Her name is Britney. She's a pretty pale-skinned blonde, and her clothing is much more provocative in comparison to that of Melanie. "Trouble at home, Melanie?"

Not wanting to admit it out loud, the little Melanie decides to only tell half of the story. "My parents were pissing me off", she says.

"I feel for you, kid." A pack of cigarettes emerges from Britney's leather jacket's pocket and it's presented right in front of Melanie's surprised face. "This'll help you relax."

Melanie hesitates, because she really doesn't want to get into smoking, but she can't just refuse either. This older girl pressuring her is one bad bitch, who everyone in this group fears and respects. Nobody messes with her, and nobody says "no" to her. On the other hand though, Melanie knows that if she accepts the favor, she's expected to pay it back later. That's the kind of girl she's dealing with. In the end though, she extends her lips forward and snatches one smoke, which her senior then proceeds to light up. Melanie sucks on it carefully, almost as if trying not to cough on the smoke no matter what. The flavor is stronger than she expected, but it calms her mood down.

An hour later, the group of girls is hanging out in front of a supermarket, loitering and doing nothing but being loud. A group of older boys is also hanging around, and there's some chatting going on between them. Tiffany, Melanie's best friend in this group and in her class in elementary school, is especially chatty with a teenage boy called Luke who's leaning against his bike, a black 2007 Derbi Senda. Despite the five-year age-gap, the two are actually dating. Melanie herself isn't that interested in boys, but she can't help but to feel a little defeated, inferior and jealous towards her friend. What is it about Tiffany? She looks at her body, which is flat and lean even for a girl her age… It certainly isn't Tiffany's body, because she's just as much of a kid! Tiffany does have that certain south-east Asian charm to her, given that her mother was an immigrant from the region. She's pretty bold flashy too, so maybe that's it, Melanie tells herself.

Britney suddenly steals Melanie's full attention. "What'cha daydreaming about, girl?"

"N-nothing." Melanie responds in a nervous manner, clearly surprised by her senior.

"How would you like to do me a little favor", Britney says and leans towards Melanie's ear. "Go grab me a drink. You know what kind of soda I like, right? None of that diet shit."

"But… I don't have any money on me", Melanie responds.

Britney laughs out loud and taps Melanie on her back. "I never said you should pay for it. Come on now, hurry up."

Despite being a little nervous, Melanie does exactly as she's ordered to. The shop is quiet, and luckily it's only being attended by one lone old man who's busy with the register, keeping an eye out on a trio of youngsters loitering around in the candy aisle. Snatching a bottle of orange lemonade turns out to be a child's play. Melanie feels immense guilt over it, but Britney's encouraging laughter and compliments cheer her up a little.

"I always knew you're not a little pussy like most girls your age", Britney says.

Melanie doesn't know how to handle such a… compliment? She's not sure if she should even take it as such. "Of course not", she says, almost as if it's obvious that she's no coward.

"So what, don't your parents give you any money?" Britney asks, while eyeing Melanie down. "Well, I should've known. Those clothes are just some shit out from supermarket clearance."

"They're welfare leeches", Melanie says. "Haven't worked a honest day of work in years."

"If you're short on cash, I can teach you a thing or two." Britney says, leading Melanie away from rest of the group with a hand stretched out over her shoulder. "It's very easy to make men part with their money, if you know all the tricks of the trade", Britney says, while gesturing something with her hand. Melanie looks at her senior's thumb and middle finger pressed into a round ring, while she jerks an invisible dick in front of her mouth, tongue stretched out. Melanie blushes immediately and her gaze turns toward her feet. "Oh come on, there's nothing shameful about whoring yourself out…"

Melanie's kneejerk reaction is to disagree, but she bites her lip.

"There are some perverts that pay a lot of money to have their cocks sucked by girls our age. You know, they tend to pay extra because it isn't exactly legal… Twenty to fifty bucks for five to ten minutes of action ain't so bad, right?"

Melanie does some math in her head while her face blushes up visibly. Considering that twenty bucks is what her parents give her as an allowance in a month, it's a lot of money. All she can see is dollar signs in her eyes. Before she can even express her interest or lack thereof verbally, she notices Britney gesturing for an older boy to join them. A tall and muscular boy with black, spiked hair, could be eighteen for all Melanie knows, doesn't pay any attention towards her, but instead talks to Britney.

"What's up, babe?"

"You recognize this kid, right?" Britney asks, pointing at Melanie. "We picked her up into our little gang last spring."

"Yeah, what about her?" the boy asks, eyeing down Melanie with hands in his pockets.

Britney taps Melanie on the shoulder, almost as if telling Melanie to explain herself. "Um, I'm a little short on cash…"

"So, that's what this is about", the boy says, still barely giving attention to Melanie. "She's such a nerd. Can she even give head properly?"

"How the fuck should I know?" Melanie asks and laughs out loud. "But she doesn't have any experience. I'm just asking you this favor, teach her a little something…"

The boy leers at Melanie before telling her to follow him.

Not two minutes later, the boy who doesn't even bother introducing himself to Melanie, leans against a cold brick wall behind the shop in an alleyway overlooking a quiet one-way street mainly used only by trucks to unload fresh goods to the store. He promised to give Melanie twenty bucks, which greatly disappointed Melanie who was hoping for some more. Regardless, she sees what's about to take place as a learning experience. Awkwardly, on her knees, she finds her way through the belt and the buttons, underneath which an erect penis appears. Melanie stares at it for three seconds, blushing with mouth gaping open in surprise. It's bigger than she thought, and despite the fact that his cold demeanor towards her, she at least has managed to get him hard. She also was expecting something much, much dirtier, at least in the more literal sense of the term. Its smell is foreign to her, but she wouldn't really call it dirty in the least. The boy is playing around with his phone though, and even though Melanie feels a little insulted by the sight, she brushes it off and grabs hold of the cock in front of her.

She first mostly just sucks on the tip while jerking in with her one hand, trying to get a good feel of what kind of tool she's working with. Yes, it's big, too big to fit in her fist, and way too big to fit fully in her mouth, but it's not overwhelmingly big. She has a feeling she can handle it. She uses her free hand to move her hair out of the way, behind her ears. She looks up to the boy, who's got the phone now on his ear, staring at the walls on the other side of the road. Something in his expression tells Melanie that he must be enjoying it at least somewhat, but his attitude isn't getting any warmer. She tries moving her lips further down the shaft. Her teeth graze it, and she's getting really nervous and self-conscious about accidentally biting it, but the boy doesn't seem to mind all that much.

"Hi, yeah, it's me", the boy says. "Yeah, what's up?" Melanie can't make out of what could be spoken to him, and it strikes her curiosity. "Yes, we're hanging out at the usual place." After that, he doesn't say anything for about a minute, but he doesn't lower the phone. The call concludes with the boy simply saying: "Sounds good, catch you soon." After that, his attention is finally on Melanie. "You're not so bad after all. I was wondering if you could even make me cum."

Melanie tries to pull out for a second to respond, but the boy lays his hand behind her back and pulls her head deeper down the shaft. She supposes that he doesn't care about having her chat. In his eyes, she must be nothing more than a whore, or so she supposes. Too afraid to protest or do anything to piss his first ever customer off, she continues her sloppy work.

It's taking her a while. She never expected to make a boy cum so quickly, especially not on a first try, but it's taking way longer than she was hoping for. She's starting to get hang of it though, and she seriously wants to make him cum soon, but with the way he has been acting, she has a feeling that he wants to finish in her mouth, and she's not looking forward to that.

Something else catches her attention though. She had heard a lot of sounds coming from the city around her, a lot of cars passing through, not so many past the little corridor she was sucking off a boy though. Now though, she can hear soft rumble of a diesel motor nearby. A car has been parked just behind the corner, and it causes alarm to ring through Melanie's head. She quickly pulls her head away from the penis, scrambling to get on her feet, which surprises the boy.

"Whoa, what the fuck?"

Melanie doesn't explain herself. She just wants to get the hell out of there as soon as possible. Hands grasp into her quickly though, and the boy he was just sucking off covers her mouth with his hand, taking a switchblade from inside his breast pocket. It's tip presses against Melanie's neck and she freezes completely, not daring to make one sudden move. Five men emerge from the shadows, three from the street where the car is parked, two from the other direction. Melanie catches glimpse of a handgun before a heavy woven bag is thrown over her head. They pick her up and move towards the car. She's thrown inside, after which the door slams shut and the car begins to move.

The first thing that Melanie sees after the bag is pulled from her head is a Beretta pressed against her temple, with thug's finger rested very close to the trigger. A thick hand of an adult also covers up her mouth. She tears up at the sight of it and honestly almost pisses her pants. She's inside a trunk of an old van with four adult men, out of which one seems to be holding a camera. The boy she was giving head to and the rest of the accomplices are nowhere to be seen. "Alright, little princess", says the bearded man holding her down. "Do as you've told or we're going to blow your fucking brains out." Melanie is too scared to even react, and she just stares at the tattooed man in front of her while the man behind him holds her in place. "Do you understand you fucking whore?" Melanie nods frantically, with the tears from her eyes now reaching all the way down to her assailant's fingers.

The tattooed man in front of her brandishes his knife and goes on to cut through Melanie's clothes meaning to get them all off her. Helpless to do anything to stop them, she whimpers as they expose her flat chest. She glances towards the cameraman who seems to be filming everything as well as a fat man who's just sitting quiet in the corner. Despite being in excellent physical state and very athletic, she's insecure about her body and would rather want to grow up already, so to be seen like this by these men sends her into a fit, and she starts throwing her limbs around in a pathetic attempt to mount resistance. The tattooed man takes her by the neck and pushes her down. "Stay still you whore!" he yells in rage. Melanie tries to punch, claw and power the arm away, but it's too much for her. Eventually the bearded man behind her takes hold of her hands and pins her to the ground. The tattooed man moves straight towards her slender hip and pulls her pants down, panties and everything.

"No, stop!" Melanie cries.

"Shut up!"

"Just let me goooo!" she can't even talk properly without bursting into tears. She's left with nothing but white sports socks as the man throws everything else aside. The fat man rummages through a bag resting besides him and finds a roll of heavy-duty duct tape, which he hands to the tattooed man. He then presses a large piece of it over her victim's mouth.

"As if we would ever let you go!" the tattooed man says, ogling the naked loot underneath him. He gets rid of his shirt, showing more of his impressive, muscular tattoo-clad body. He grabs Melanie's jaw and holds it in place. "Do you seriously think anyone gives a fuck about you? Nobody's gonna look for you, whore. Your life as you know it ends today."

He receives a bottle of lubricant from the bat man, and takes a look at Melanie's unsoiled, untouched, naturally hairless cunt. Cold, oozy liquid falls in a straight line on top of her groin and pubic area, and between her legs too. The man whips out his raging boner and makes sure to lubricate it as well. With one hand, he rubs his own junk, while the other one grazes Melanie's slit. A foreign touch is not something she has experienced before, so her entire body reacts in surprise. Her assailant's burly hand grabs her leg and holds it down, while his finger finds the tiny hole not wider than the tip of his victim's little finger.

"Look at that, she's so sensitive…"

"She has probably never even touched herself down there", the fat man says.

Melanie shakes her head frantically at the face of what's about to come. She has experimented, but she has never pushed anything up her cunny, nor has she ever even gone all the way to an orgasm, so everything that's about to take place is completely unknown and terrifying to her. Now, a huge, adult penis hovers above her stomach with its tip aimed straight between her legs. Its glans kisses her virgin hole.

"Ain't nothing better than robbing innocence away from pre-teen bitches", the tattooed man says while poking his hip forward. "You're getting this on film, right?"

"Yeah, this moment will live forever", the cameraman says. "We've got voice and all… This video is going to become a hit I'm sure."

Even with all the lubricant, insertion feels hard to the tattooed man, and from the perspective of the taker, it seems and feels impossible. Both of the man's hands take hold of her hip and waist, and he tries to push again. His cock starts to slowly but surely burrow into Melanie's folds, who tries to scream out of pain through the tape stuck to her face. With eyes wide open and face red from pain, fear and embarrassment sheds a trail of tears. "Ooh, fuck! She's so tight!"

"Shut up", the cameraman says. "The less you talk, the better the film will be."

The tattooed man simply clicks his tongue as he starts to move his hip in an out. He can't move too fast, and all of her thrusts are careful, albeit always strong going inward. His dick can only go halfway through before it's as deep as physically possible for his victim no matter how hard he tries.

Melanie herself is still in absolute shock. How could this all have happened to her? Kidnapped, pinned down, rendered powerless and helpless, and now raped too, all in front of a camera. Numb from pain and stricken by desperation, tormented by terror of what's to come, she tenses up, but ultimately remains put, not wanting to waste her strength on pointless struggle.

"This girl is smart", says the bearded man, still holding her down, "doing as she's told, not causing a scene."

"Not smart enough though!" says the tattooed thug and laughs out loud. "She let herself be betrayed. Can you believe it? Her own friend sold her out!"

"I guess she wasn't really her friend in the first place!" the fat man says, laughing out loud.

Melanie seems confused, and she can't believe what she's hearing.

"Oh, right", says Melanie's rapist, moving his arms forward, grabbing Melanie by her ribs, leaning his face forward. "That Britney bitch sold you out. Hehe, she had to, because she knows she owes us big time… We were actually supposed to kidnap her, but you'll do." Then, he turns his head towards the bearded man "Release her hands, okay?" Despite having freedom to use her arms now, Melanie is too scared to use them. She just curls them up into tiny little fists and brings them a little closer to her chest. Still shocked by what she just heard, her mind shuts down completely. "That's right… Don't resist, and we'll make this easy for you."

"I must say, she's proving to be quite a catch", the cameraman says. "She's so stunning, such a gem."

"Yeah, and the best of all, didn't have to spare any expenses to get our hands on her", the bearded man says. "We can charge a lot for a girl of this caliber."

"Yeah, she's gonna be famous too", the fat man says.

"Indeed", the bearded man says. "Mayor's probably gonna love her, that slimy son of a whore."

Melanie's rapist's pace quickens instinctually as he can't take much longer. Simultaneously, she can feel the car starting to accelerate. She has no idea where they might be going, but she knew that the highway wasn't too far away from where she lived. She lays still, pacified and unresponsive as she receives a cumshot from her rapist straight on top of her stomach and her chest. The smell penetrates her nose, but as much as she tries, she can't gasp for air through her mouth. Feeling so spent and woozy, she lies still on her back even after being let go.

"I'm next", the fat man says and takes the tattooed man's face. His and Melanie's eyes meet, and Melanie just slowly and quietly shakes her head. Her next rapist doesn't care though, and instead, his cock slowly but surely enters her, not wasting time before he starts to hammer his victim's pussy. "Used goods already, but still feels great."

"Lookie here, little girlie", the bearded man says, holding his smart phone. He pulls up a picture and presents it straight in front of Melanie's face. With empty, tired eyes she sees a picture of a tiny blonde girl whose entire left arm has been cut off, along with her right leg. Horrified, life returns to her eyes and her body, but she's too scared to move, or even look away. "Just to make sure you understand, this is what we do to disobedient little children. Defy us, we take your arm. Try to escape, we take your leg. You got that, you brat? Continue to behave just like you've behaved up until now if you want keep all your limbs." He pulls his phone away and stares dead into Melanie's eyes. "Answer me, do you fucking understand?"

Shocked by what she just saw, all she can do is nod, but the psychological torture doesn't seem to be over. The cameraman, still pointing the lens straight at Melanie's face, zooms in. "I wonder what her name is? What grade is she on? Probably third, maybe fourth."

"I think that Britney kid said her name is Melanie Kovalenko", the bearded man says.

"Is that so?" the fat man asks. "Melanie, you're going to be famous. I wonder how many views these'll get? How many degenerates around the world are going to download them and wank to them? Yeah, probably tens, maybe hundreds of thousands of people are going to see this. Your loss of virginity, forever immortalized on video."

Melanie doesn't want to accept it, but she has no choice. She instinctively tries to cover up her face, but as she does, the bearded man grabs them. "No, no, no… Don't… Remember what I just told you…" Melanie nods slowly, thinking it's in his best interest, but she at least closes her eyes.

The, something unexpected starts to take place, as the car slows down.

"The fuck? We're not there yet", says the tattooed man and stares out of the window. There's a checkpoint out of the city. Police in the area have the tendency to set up roadblocks for testing drivers for potential alcohol in their blood, and sometimes even checking what's inside the car. The local police department are infamous for their stop and frisk tactics. What shocks the tattooed man though is the fact that there isn't a line and actually a total of four police officers. "Fuck, fuck, fuck…! It's the goddamned cops…!"

"Wait, seriously!?" the fat man yells as he frantically pulls out from his victim, scrambling towards the bag.

"Shut the fuck up…!" the cameraman says. "Not so fucking loud…! "

Melanie is left laying still, and she doesn't move an inch, but that doesn't mean that she's not aware of her surroundings. She's very much in the know about what's going on, and she waits as she plays possum.

Meanwhile, the tattooed man takes the hold of his gun, and he urges his partners to do the same. "There's no way we can weasel ourselves out of this one if they find us out…!"

The men then realize their carelessness and the mistake they made in worrying about themselves before worrying about their loot, who quietly and carefully managed to get rid of the tape covering her mouth. Melanie feels that the time is right and that she won't get another opportunity to save herself, so she tosses her body straight at the sliding door. She knows she won't break it, but she tries to make as much noise as possible to alert the police outside.

"That fucking whore…!" curses the bearded man and pushes her down, taking hold of her. "You're gonna pay, you slut…! We're taking both your legs…!"

Unfazed by threats, Melanie starts to scream and struggle as much as she can, and it seems like it's working. There's commotion outside the van. Someone is shouting outside to "You're surrounded! Open the door and come out quietly!"

"Man, fuck Ronald, and fuck this little cunt!" the fat man yells. "Why isn't he stepping on the fucking gas already!? Run those fuckers over!"

Melanie tries to struggle herself out from his capturer's grasp, but she can't do anything against a force multiple times more powerful than her. She feels cold steel of a handgun being pressed against her temple. The door slams open and three police officers point their guns inside. "Don't you dare fucking shoot!" the bearded man yells while holding his struggling captive. "I swear I will blow my hostage's brains out if you don't do exactly as I tell you to!"

"Put down the weapons!" the police commands.

"No, stay the fuck back", the bearded man says and extends his arm forward. His arm shakes frantically, and he's obviously completely lost his cool and all rational thought. Immediately after this starts to happen, Melanie sinks her teeth into her captor's arms, while one of the police fires a bullet. The bearded man is forced to loosen his hold on the girl who tries to leap forward and outward. Officer's bullet barely misses its target, failing to hit the man holding Melanie in place. Had Melanie not struggled, it probably would've killed the man holding him, but instead, the bullet pierces right through her forehead, causing her to fall forward as every single gun fires around her.

Act II

Flirting around with her boyfriend Luke wasn't enough for Tiffany. After chatting together for a long while, the two quietly found a peaceful retreat a hearing distance away from the chatter of their friends. It isn't exactly a private location, and anyone passing by could easily see what is happening, but Tiffany doesn't care all that much. She's completely enamored in her love for this young boy, and she doesn't care who sees, or if they get judged. Needless to say, Luke isn't too worried about being seen making out with a ten-year-old girl either. The atmosphere around the neighborhood is generally apathetic towards such sights, at least during nights.

Something surprises Luke, and he abruptly ceased kissing Tiffany all over her face. His eyes turn towards the grey van that has been parked just ten meters away, and Tiffany also realizes something is wrong. "I don't think they have seen us yet", Luke says and drops to a squatting position, tugging Tiffany closer to his body, almost as if trying to hide her.

"What's up, sugar? Cops?"

"No, this could be serious… Just wait and keep quiet… I'm trying to listen."

Those words also pique Tiffany's curiosity, who tries her best to listen what's going as well. They both figure out quickly that something criminal is taking place. Tiffany's eyes widened in shock, as she thinks about one scary possibility. She had seen Melanie leaving with some older kid, mostly by a chance when she was looking around, maybe thinking about sharing few words with her. "Luke, I think it's Melanie…!"

"You're talking about your friend from school…?"

Tiffany nods. Out of reflex, she wants to go and expose what was happening, call the criminals out and make a big deal about it, but as she looks as she's about to pounce away from hiding, Luke grabs her tiny body and covered her mouth. Tiffany of course instantly tries to mumble, swear out loud, trying to tell Luke to let her go.

"Just keep calm, it's too dangerous…! They could kill us both…! We should let the cops handle this…!"

Tiffany, as rebellious and foolhardy as she is, calms down. They both get a glimpse of a girl in familiar clothes being dragged inside, and then see the car door get slam shut. The car drives away, right past them, and Luke feels confident that he or his girlfriend weren't seen. Luke takes a picture of the car, hoping to get a picture of a license plate. It's a little bit blurry, but he can still make sense of most of it.

Tiffany finally frees herself from her boyfriend's grasp. With her arms shaking, she tugs Luke by her arm. "Is this really happening?" she asks with grave urgency in her voice. "Please, hurry up! Call the cops!"

Luke then picks up his phone, pressing it against his cheek. "Don't worry, it's not too late to save her."

"I hope so…" Tiffany says, tearing up visibly. She can't even imagine a life without Melanie.

A kind lady soon responds, and Luke explains everything he saw in detail. He also allows Tiffany to back the story. It doesn't take much convincing for the lady to realize it's serious when Tiffany cries and begs to the phone. Not five minutes later, and the police swarm the building, surprising the clueless youngsters. Some disperse, some stay. News break to everyone who decided to stay with shock and scare, along with two of the people Tiffany suspects the most. Tiffany makes sure to reveal their names to the police immediately even though she doesn't know for sure if they've got something to do with this. She just has a feeling in her stomach that Britney and her older male friend had to do something with it.

Then, while the police are inside checking the recordings, another set of news reaches the youngsters. During the shootout between the kidnappers and the police, the hostage was fatally shot in the head, killing her instantly. Tiffany can't believe it. Her whole world feels like it's coming crumbling down, with her best friend in the whole world now gone, so suddenly and without a warning. She breaks down completely.

Act V

Seven days and seven nights go by and it's another sunny Saturday in Rhonia, but Tiffany isn't excited about seeing it. Having not left home in the entire time, having only been visited by the police, her homeroom teacher and a therapist. Even though she has been told that everyone involved with the kidnapping had been arrested by the police, Tiffany swears to herself that it's not enough, because there's still one person walking who she presumes to be guilty: Britney.

For the first time, a friend of hers was finally allowed a visit, and her name is Alice. She was friends with Melanie too, so she too had an interest in getting revenge against Britney. The interactions they had with each other were brief and quiet, and now having been left alone, Tiffany starts working on something wicked. She lowers herself down to her knees with an open book in front of her - given to her by Alice - and recites an evil prayer. She knows that no amount of praying to the God is going to help her, so instead she reaches straight to the underworld to ring Satan's doorbell. She recites the prayer over and over again, each time getting angrier as the taste for vengeance clouds her senses… But nothing happens, no matter how many times she prays. It's only after she hears her mother talking from behind the door, asking if everything's alright, if there's anything she needs, that she finally calms down and stops. She reassures her mother, and is left sitting still, wondering to herself, what the fuck is she even doing.

Rest of the day is uneventful. Still feeling awful, she jumps from shower straight into her pajamas and goes to sleep, only to have her sleep undisturbed in less than three hours.

Someone's stroking her hair and her cheek softly, and she slowly opens her eyes, wondering if it's her mother. In the dark room, the only things she can make out though are a pair of bright pink glowing eyes. She jumps up like a spring and crawls away against the wall, but the person sharing the bed with her covers up her mouth before she can scream as she quietly whispers "Shush" to her ear. Tiffany realizes that this someone on top of her bed is actually a little girl like herself.

"You wish to mingle with the demons…?" she asks.

Tiffany's heart starts to race as she realizes what's going on in here, but there's something else to it as well. The tone of her guest, the sound of her voice, they're so familiar and soothing that they almost make her cry. They remind her of Melanie. She feels the demon's tiny hands grasp her face as both of the thumbs clear away the tears from her cheeks.

"Please don't cry anymore, Tiffany…"

"I'm sorry", Tiffany apologizes with a shaky voice. "It's just… You sound just like Melanie…"

The demon doesn't respond. Instead, she just caresses Tiffany's hair, inviting her for a hug. It's only after they embrace, that she whispers something to her ear. "So… What troubles you, my dear…?"

"I lost a friend recently… She was kidnapped, and then she died… She was my best friend in the whole world…" Tiffany begins to cry, all while hugging the demon in her arms tight. She doesn't even care that she has tiny horns that poke against her, or that she has wings. She feels otherwise just like another human, and it soothes her a lot. "They keep telling me that she got justice… But I know better… There's still one on the loose. She needs to pay for what she did. It was her fault that Melanie died in the first place. If it wasn't for her - "

"Shhh, just relax, okay…?"

"I'm just so mad… I want to avenge her…"

"I'll help you gladly, but what's in it for me?"

"Anything you ask of me… I don't have much, but - "

Demon's playful giggle surprises Tiffany, and she falls silent in a middle of her sentence. "Actually, I already know what you're gonna give me", the demon says with a mischievous and a lustful tone in her voice. "You mingle with the demons and you forfeit your soul from heaven's grace for all eternity. You will give it to me." Still caressing Tiffany's head like a loving mother, she pulls her closer to her flat bosom. "Don't worry, it's not going to be painful, I promise… It'll just be a little scary, but after it's all done, I'll grant you salvation in afterlife…"

"If that's what you desire…"

Then, the demon kisses Tiffany on her forehead and stands up, and staring Tiffany down. Tiffany stares back, but in the darkness she can't make out anything that her general shape and her glistering yellow eyes. "So… How should I go about it? Do you have any specific requests?"

"No, I just want her dead", Tiffany says.

"I'll see to it", the demon replies. "Anything else?"

"This'll probably sound weird, but I really want to know your name…"

"It's Meldy", the demon replies. "Let's talk more tomorrow, okay?" After that, she opens up the window, climbing up to windowsill. Before she jumps outside though, she turns towards Tiffany one final time. "You'll probably have to close the window by the way…"

Tiffany finds some humor in the fact that a mighty demon has to escape the house through a window, which kind of makes her wonder how in the world she got inside to begin with. Replying with a playful "Okay", she stands up, walking towards the window as the demon jumps down. Tiffany gazes outside to have one final look at her, but by the time she gets there, Meldy has already disappeared into the night.

Act VI

It's midnight, and Britney is hanging out with her friends. Ever since the incident one week ago, she and two other older girls went their separate ways from the others they used to hang out with. Now, they mostly hang around with some boys. They don't like to hang out around the northern parts of the town, and instead hang out a twenty minute metro trip away to the south in a slightly more trendy and lively part of the town near the beach. Britney feels a slight buzz from her purse, and hears her phone ring once. She reads a simple text message which reads: "You still owe us, and you will pay dearly." Shaken, she puts her phone away, trying to act normal around her friends. Luckily, they seem too drunk to notice anything wrong in Britney's behavior.

Quiet as her friends laugh and banter around her, she starts to wonder, will any amount of money even be enough anymore? She was supposed to be an important cog in the success of the plan, but not only did the "loot" killed, it also cost the lives of two members of the gang she owes, with additional four being locked behind the bars for the rest of their lives. Visibly shaking, she starts feeling nauseous just thinking about what the future might hold for her. She doesn't feel responsible for the failure of the plan, but if "they" do, who's she to say no? She excuses herself for a minute, heading towards a bathroom. Inside, she tries to battle the tears, holding them in as much as she can. Scared for her future, she can't believe the mess she has gotten herself into.

Finally, after relaxing for five to ten minutes while trying to convince herself that everything's going to be just fine, she opens up the door and walks straight into a chrome-colored barrel of a .357 Magnum revolver pressed against her forehead. She instinctively raises her hands into the air and stands still like a statue, staring down the little girl in front of her.

A red and black elegant and frilly shirt covers up her flat chest quite nicely, but the thin straps over her shoulders leave a lot of skin out in the open, and there's enough room for the wings that grow out from her back. Her black flare-skirt is held in place with a belt with a "69" buckle, and her legs are covered with thigh-high black sheer lace stockings held up in place with a garter belt. From somewhere beneath her skirt a forked devil's tail in a shape of a heart also appears. And then on her feet she's got a pair of platform heels that wouldn't look out of place in a strip club. She's even got a black leather collar on her neck with a large metal ring in front, to which a large pink jewel covered in gold has been latched to. What Britney finds the scariest about this girl though, is everything above this collar.

Hair as black and smooth as velvet and glistering eyes like a pair of precious pink diamonds coupled with two horns sprouting from her forehead make her a sight out of this world, but she has something familiar about her to Britney as well. She would never forget the face of a girl she sent to doom in her own place. "Melanie? That can't be true!"

"Call me Meldy."

"How are you alive…?"

Meldy just giggles to herself and exhales out with a sweet smile of pleasure across her face. "Why would you assume I'm alive? You do know what happened to me, right…?" She then pulls another gun from behind her back and points it at the middle of her own forehead, right between the horns. "They shot me right here", she manages to say before she bursts out laughing. "Didn't even hurt! But do you know what did…? The way that man forced his cock into me… It hurt worse than anything else in the world, and I don't mean just physically… It broke my heart…"

"I'm so sorry! I didn't want any of this to happen! You've got to believe me!"

"Oh, shut up, you filthy, filthy liar", Meldy says and puts her finger on the trigger, pulling it ever so slightly. The barrel of the revolver starts to turn, but it all ends with just a click. No smoke, no bang, no shot fired. "I forgot to tell you… We're playing Russian roulette. Every time you lie, I pull the trigger. I might add more rules as I go, I don't know…"

All Britney can do is swallow once, and then, she remains silent, trying to stay calm.

"Now, you owe me an explanation", Meldy says. "Why don't we go somewhere more private? Wouldn't want to be interrupted while we're having a chat."

Britney has no choice. With Meldy following behind her, they leave the dirty bathroom and walk down a quiet alley away from prying ears and eyes. Meldy prompts Britney to turn around and drop to her knees, all while still having her gun pointed straight at Britney's head.

"I got only one question in my mind", Meldy says. "All I want to know is why. Why did you sell me out? "

"I made a terrible mistake, I know…! I was being selfish…!"

"Just tell me, now."

"I was greedy, desperate for money. I resorted to selling my body, and… And I tried stealing too. I made myself a lot of enemies, and they set me up. They offered me so much money to be filmed on camera. Five men, all at once… And they used the films and the pictures to extort just more from me. Nothing was enough. In the end, they even wanted me to pay back from what I loaned from them, even though it wasn't a loan… I was prostituting myself… I had nothing left, I had already spent it all on clothes and accessories… It was so horrible, I was in constant fear, still am… They said they would make me disappear if I didn't pay them back what I owed, but there was just no way I could ever afford that, so…"

"So instead of reaping what you sow, you thought you would be able to weasel yourself away from the mess you yourself created by involving an innocent bystander in all of this. Is that it?"

Sobbing, trying to hold back her tears, Britney answers with a quiet, but clear "Yes".

"Ah, so you do have some sense of honesty in that pathetic head of yours. What have I ever done to you to deserve something like that?"

"N-nothing…" Britney admits with a shaky voice and continues to sob. "I thought you would be an easy target, that's all… I regret it, I really do… I regret everything, so please, just forgive me… You've got to… I don't want to die… I just… I want to get away from those men…"

Melanie remains quiet, with her finger still resting on the trigger. It just seems to send Britney into a hysteric fit though.

"You saw yourself what they do, didn't you!? You think what they did to YOU was bad!? They gangraped me hours! That's what they do to girls like us!"

Meldy's face hardens and she pulls the trigger, causing Britney to squeal as the blood drains away from her face. It turns out to be another empty barrel. "You bitch… You knew that's what they were going to do to me when you set me up…"

"I said I'm sorry! I'm dumb, okay!? I was dumb because I was scared! Please, you just have to forgive me."

"I think you need to taste some of your own medicine", Meldy says as she conjures a sick smile. "I happen to know that those guys are still after your ass. Ain't nobody gonna save you after I leave you at their mercy…"

"No, please no… Anything but that…"

"But you said you don't want to die either", Meldy says, scratching her head. "Makes me wonder, what do you want less…?"

Britney thinks about it for a moment, but she can't get a word out from her mouth. She hangs her head in shame and starts sobbing. She even lowers her hands down to her face, hiding it behind her palms completely. Meldy lets it all happen. After about a minute of silence, Britney finally asks a question: "I'm going to hell, am I…? Is that why you're come back to life…? Is that why you look like that…?"

"I'm gonna be honest with you", Meldy says. "A sinner like yourself is going to hell with or without my intervention. Like seriously, I was rejected from entering heaven, so why would your soul be spared?" Britney's expression doesn't change. She already figured it all out, so there's no need for her to protest loudly or start crying about it. "I will kill you, and nothing will change that, but I don't want to just do it and be done with it. No, I want you to be mine. I'm here to claim your soul." Britney stares at Meldy, really confused about what's going on. "I suppose you don't know much about us demons. I mean, I've only been like this for only about a week or so, and don't know everything either… But that's besides the point. The point is, someone wants you dead and gone, but I kind of want to make you pay in other ways, so… Ah, damn it, I'm really not good at explaining myself… Just accept your fate. Any last words?"

Britney remains quiet, and instead just crosses her arms, almost as if praying. Through her closed eyes, tears flow and she grits her teeth, almost as if bracing for impact.

"I take that as a no", Meldy says and finally pulls the trigger on Britney. Bullet pierces straight through her skull and paints the brick wall with splatter and blood. As that happens, a gem on her neck starts to glow, and she grasps it lightly. A fresh soul of her victim has been stored inside, cut away from its natural cycle where it would normally be sent to be judged in the heaven. Then, Meldy just walks away from the crime scene leaving it to be discovered by whoever.

Act VII

Tiffany can't get any sleep with her supernatural experience still fresh in her mind. She keeps asking herself, did that really just happen? Did she really commune with a demon, and why did that demon sound so much like her deceased bestie? Lucky for her, the answers come to her in about two hours when she can hear a slight knock on her window. Tiffany bolts up and opens it, staring the demon dead in the eyes. Her heart cracks as she realizes that she even looks like her friend.

"The deed is done", Meldy says, averting her gaze from her best friend. "I probably have some explaining to do now though…"

"It's really you then", Tiffany says and hugs Meldy again over the window before helping her back inside. As she does this, Meldy's hair, wings, tail and horns burn away, reduced to nothingness, and the glow disappears from her eyes, all while her clothes transform in a blink of an eye from the demonic outfit of an seductress to that of a normal, modestly dressed young schoolgirl. This sight makes Tiffany cry out of joy and hug her friend again. "What happened to you?"

"Well, I died… Things got pretty crazy after that."

"But how are you there then? What was up with all those things… And those clothes?"

"I was sent straight to hell, I wasn't accepted in heaven. I haven't been baptized, premarital sex, all that stuff…"

"Oh dear, I'm definitely not going to heaven either then", Tiffany says, laughing as she recalls all the times she has done it with Luke. That laughter soon quiets down though, as she contemplates on what hell could mean for her. "Ah, that makes me sad… I thought that maybe God would've forgiven me for being bad…"

"Yeah, doesn't work like that", Meldy says, "but luckily hell isn't actually that bad. Sure, it's bad for those who deserve it, but it's not like eternal suffering levels of bad. I myself was cast down to the limbo from the heavens, where I was supposedly going to be absolved of my sins, purified by hellfire, basically just have my soul disappear from existence into nothingness or something… Didn't quite end up like planned." She sits down together with Tiffany face to face grasping each other's hands. "It's super hard to explain for me… But the demons told me that there was just too much angst, anguish, anger, grief… Too much of strong, negative and painful emotions in me to be purified away by such fire. I was being tormented by what happened before I died, from being raped so unfairly… So instead I was reborn by those flames that were meant to purify me. I guess I was purified in a sense, as I don't really feel pain, sadness or anger anymore, but… It's kind of sick and twisted that all that pain turned me into a succubus."

"What's that?"

"I'm some kind of demon seductress or something… Succubi are able to steal lifeforce from mortal men, weakening them, turning them insane or sometimes even kill them…"

"That's kind of scary…" Tiffany says, averting her eyes. "And sad too…"

"It's not that bad, probably. There's a lot that goes into being a Succubus, more than I even know about yet. As demons, we can't really stay in the mortal world for a long time, not without being fed anyway. I told about stealing lifeforce, but most of it comes from semen, really… That's why I said it's sick and twisted. I died a rape victim, for fuck's sake."

"Well either way, I'm glad that you're still you… I was afraid that I would lose you forever."

Meldy nods. "But enough sentimental shit, we'll have to be quick… I only have so long before I fade from this world back to hell without absorbing energy from someone… So anyway, I said I want your soul."

Tiffany nods. "Just do your thing."

"Are you really okay with it?" Meldy asks, tilting her head slightly.

"Eh… I don't think I'm gonna go to heaven in any kind of scenario, so if I'm gonna surrender my soul to a demon, I'd rather have it be you."

Meldy nods and leans forward, almost as if to hug Tiffany, but surprises her greatly by ripping open the buttons from her pajama top and revealing her bare chest. Tiffany's too surprised to move, resist or even say anything. "I'm sorry, this'll be a little weird", she says before kissing Tiffany. It's a straightforward, nonstop assault and although Tiffany wants to pull away, she's unable to due to Meldy just being so close, and due to her entangling her arms around her naked skin. She tries to clamp her legs together, but Meldy's knee proves too much of a foe and pushes against her crotch through both her pajama and Meldy's jeans. Frozen still, she feels something strange in her body, which she can only describe as sexual excitement. Not understanding why, she suddenly feels strong sexual urges towards her once best friend, but tries to deny them to the very end, even verbally.

"W-wait, stop…! We're supposed to be friends…! I'm not even into girls…!"

"Sowwy, it's the only way… This is the only way I can leave my mark on someone without killing them…"

"R-really…?" Tiffany whimpers. Her guts tells her that what Meldy's saying might be bull, but since she has no way of confirming it, she decides to bite her lip. Besides, the way her heart is pounding is at least proving to her that she's maybe a little curious. "P-please be gentle then…!"

"Quick to accept, huh?" Meldy asks and giggles before she steals another wet and sloppy kiss from Tiffany's now completely compliant and consenting lips. "I wonder if your boyfriend will mind?"

"S-shut up… Don't you dare tell him…"

"I don't know, maybe he would find it hot…" Meldy says as she slowly reaches her hand towards Tiffany's crotch, straight underneath all the cloth to touch her vagina, all while her mouth slowly moves towards Tiffany's flat chest. "Threesome with him might be fun, don't you think?"

"J-just s-shut up…!" Tiffany says getting redder by second from all the embarrassment. "Seriously, you big dumb tease…! Aaaah!" A loud moan escapes her mouth as she feels Meldy's fingers stir up her slit and gently push against her clit. She covers up her own mouth, mumbling against it. After all, she suddenly remembers that she's still home, her parents are at home too, and it's the middle of the night.

"Oh my, you're so wet…" Meldy says, teasing Tiffany's left nipple with the tip of her tongue. "I'll make you cum in no time."

Tiffany doesn't want to admit it, but everything Meldy is saying is too. She's feeling lightheaded, horny and just as wet as Luke has ever got her. Even though all Meldy has is her five tiny fingers, the pleasure she's receiving is indescribable to her. She starts turning and tossing her head and hip frantically. Only thing going through her mind is the fact that her best friend is going to make her cum faster than her boyfriend ever could.

She climaxes with a sudden force of a geyser as she tries to desperately stifle her moans with her mouth, failing to do so miserably. It's probably enough to not wake anyone up, but anyone who would be awake in the otherwise quiet building would surely hear it. From her tightly closed eyes, two crystalline droplets appear and her breathing goes completely out of control. Throughout it all, Meldy doesn't give up teasing her bean for one second. It's all over pretty quick though, almost as quickly as it began.

Meldy stands up and with a visible blush on top of and all over her cheeks, she stares Tiffany down with a triumphant and smug smile on her face as. Tiffany slowly opens up her eyes and moves her hand away from her mouth.

"That was breathtaking…" Tiffany slowly whispers.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I did", Meldy says. "I may not be able to extract any energy from you, but I enjoyed making you cum greatly nonetheless…" She leans towards Tiffany for one last kiss on her forehead, and one last stroke on her hair. "Time to sleep, my dear… My time here is done…"

Tiffany closes her eyes and smiles, as she thanks Meldy for one final time. She doesn't hear anything at all, and when she finally opens up her eyes, Meldy is gone, having disappeared completely. Spent and fulfilled, Tiffany finally allows her body to relax properly, and not long after that, she falls asleep.