Outis gave up. She had a plan, a foolproof plan that she could put to action had she kept sucking up to you and got on your good side.
But that won't do now.
It's not that she's impatient, really. But in this world where she does not know how much time the two of you have left together, she can't delay your union much longer. She can't deny herself what she desires. No, Outis can, but she does not want to. Why would she give up on what she wants? That's for fools.
You wake up in an unfamiliar place. Lying on your back, your hands crossed on your abdomen, tied. Still dazed, you can't even do so much as to open your eyes or move your body. Almost as if all strength was drained from your body, every time you try to move, you're met with an unbearable ache that makes you wince. You can feel the ropes around your wrists. You panic. A wave of nausea washes over you.
Where are you..? Your sight is too blurred to say for sure. After you regain enough strength, you slowly sit up. You gaze at the room that looks like it is being observed through a foggy glass. Your vision is blurred still, but even so you can still understand that this place is not familiar. You want to panic and struggle against the bindings, but it aches.
You hear footsteps. They come closer, closer; and it feels as if so, so much time passes between every single step of this stranger. And then they stop... When the door opens, you see Outis, covered in blood in such an excessive way that wouldn't be expected of this usually clean sinner.
Still, upon seeing her, you calm down. Even if you don't know where you are or why you are there at all, just the silhouette of Outis is enough to make you feel safe.
She wouldn't let anyone hurt you, after all.
“Outis...” You weakly call out. Oh, it's such an angelic voice. Outis chuckles when she hears you call for her. She wants to hear you say her name more, oh, the pleasant sound of you desperately calling for her, depending on her, her, her, her, her–!
“Manager.” Outis sits next to you and holds your still tied hands. You are sure that you are safe when she is right next to you, you should be safe, but that sinister smile of hers somehow alarms you. “You must be confused. But do not worry anymore, you won't have to worry about anything from now on.” Ever. Not when you're with her.
There's a darkness within her. This creepy smile on her lips, bloodied clothes... What'd she do?
“Outis... What... What did you..?”
Outis smiles. You're so cute, so helpless, oh she loves how dependent you are. She thinks on whether she should tell you or not. Surely you loved the other sinners, as much of a useless love it was. She shouldn't distress you further when you're in this state... God forbid you try to revive them again. Not that she'd let you hurt yourself for those who are lower than the dirt you walk on, though. Not again.
“It's nothing you should worry about, my love.”
She leans in for a kiss before you can ask her anything. Since you're shocked, you can neither respond to her kiss nor struggle against it, but it's no matter. All you can do is try to weakly push her off. Somehow, her kiss seems to make you weaker than you already are. Her hands travel lower, until she slips a hand under your dress shirt, caressing your skin... But she stops herself. You two will have so much time together, it's still early for this. She will control herself, but just for you. Just for you...
When she pulls away, she looks at your face. The dazed, confused expression on your face, the way you look at her; she doesn't think that she can hold herself any longer... Even when she tries so hard to hold back just for you, you're the reason all that control comes tumbling down. This is not good... She'll mess you up at this rate.
When Outis realizes that she won't be able to control herself any longer, she leaves. She rushes to the door and gets out as fast as she can. She can't let anyone hurt you... Even herself.
She stands outside your room, behind the door, just waiting until she can calm herself down. Calm enough to make sure that she won't do anything to you. She hears you call her name out through the door. You sound confused, scared, desperate; almost as if waiting for her to come save you. When Outis hears that voice, she can't say no. She goes back in, not keeping you on edge.
“Outis... What is happening?”
You ask, scared. Calmly, Outis sits right next to you and caresses your cheek, smearing blood on your perfect face. She smiles to reassure you, and decides not to bother you with such meaningless things. With the precise jab of a needle on your neck, she sedates you again.
“As I said... It's nothing you should worry about.”
When you feel the pricking of the needle against your neck, you want to struggle, but you know that Outis can and will keep you down if you try to do so. You look at her, betrayed, but she does not seem to mind. All that is on her face is a smile full of bliss. You want to question her, get mad at her, but it's too late now for such things. As your mind slowly drifts away, the last thing you can feel is Outis leaning in for yet another kiss, this time determined to make it last even longer...