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Daily Routine (Droughtale)

Okay this is the most fucked thing anybody in our system has ever written. This was written by our headmate Weniviere (she/her).

If you’ve seen this drawing, you’re well aware that Lily was captured by a flower named Echo. How and why she was kidnapped will be revealed through Celest’s journey, but the point being is that she has been stuck with them for around twelve years by the time Celest has come.

This takes place seven years into that (five years before Celest’s arrival.) And this will not be a fun thing to read by any means.

Mega TW: Rape/sexual abuse. The main actions are not detailed, but are highly referenced/implied. There is two moments written in detail, one of which is forced-kissing and the other is non-consentual hickeys. Other triggering content includes psychological torture, stockholm syndrome, masochism (as a trauma response/coping method), disassociation/derealization, manipulation, dehumanization, degrading, forced labor/slavery, starvation, mentioned suicide/self-harm, and references to physical torture.

Theres also the consumption of blood, but...this is droughtale. Its all about a drought and thirst. Don’t think we need to explain much further there.

Note: “Echline” is basically echoflower blood. It’s the juices inside of echoflowers. In our AUs, it causes temporary paralyzation when drank. It also is hydrating to drink and good for cleaning (similar to hand-sanitizer.)

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Lily could say with confidence she had adjusted to her newly assigned routine.

It had only been a month since the schedule had changed, but Master had been patient, understanding that she needed re-conditioning. For that, she felt grateful, as it meant that punishments for slipping up were more merciful.

More than anything, Lily was excited . As terrifying and dizzying as the last few weeks had been for her, she could honestly say that she was becoming not only skilled in her newly assigned tasks, but was adjusting to the change of pace quickly and efficiently. She couldn’t help but feel pleased with herself, which was a nice and extremely rare feeling to experience so early in the morning.

Over the last seven years, it had grown far less often that such feelings of pride rose up in her chest and squeezed at her lungs. She welcomed the feeling with desperate, open arms – anything to drown out the screaming noise in her head that had begun haunting her. It had started the day her body had been claimed, and seemed to only grow louder the longer she sat or lay still. But she wouldn’t be letting those voices abuse her today; not when she could force the pride she felt to yell louder.

Michael probably wouldn’t have been so proud. He probably would have felt disgusted with the confidence she felt in this. But it was no matter; he had yet to come back, and seeing as it had been weeks, she agonizingly had to admit he probably never would...

...But that was beside the point of the current matter. The current matter was that she get through her day flawlessly; no mistakes. No slip-ups. She was going to make Echo proud of her. Maybe even proud enough to receive a reward!

Oh, what would she be given? The options were all so wonderful, dancing around in her mind in an almost taunting manner. Food could never fail to bring her begging on her knees, even before it became such a limited treat. Her heart had always gone soft for food.

Her last reward had been four days ago; it was, of all excellent options her Master so generously kept for her, a bowl of mac and cheese. The flavorful cheddar made it easy to distract herself from the salty iron that stung on her taste-buds, from the blood the noodles had been cooked in. She basked in the memory of it; sweet, melty cheese, delightfully dancing on her tongue.

Echo had even said it was possible that she may be rewarded a cinnamon bunny if she continues being a polite and well-behaved pet, or an unspeaking prettied-up doll. She sure hoped that would be her reward today; she was going to persevere this with all her soul, if it offered even the slimmest of chances of her favorite treat blessing her tongue. Not to mention a bit of weight inside of her stomach.

She shook off her thoughts of food, smacking her face to snap out of the trance and get out of bed. It wasn’t hard enough to leave a mark – she knew far too well that Echo did not take kindly do hurting herself, even when it’s an accident. When and how she physically suffered was a privilege owned by them, and them alone.

Sitting up on her mattress, she glanced at the clock above the metal door. It read 5:30 AM – perfect. Thirty minutes to prepare herself as best she could. The newly found schedule had thrown off her sleep, due to her body’s readjustments to her new physical duties...but it was no bother. It’s not as if sleep would rid her of the exhaustion she felt by the end of the day. She just hoped that this time, the aching sorrow squeezing her soul would be worth it.

She got out of bed, ignoring the sound of cracking bones, and the shivers of pain they sent through her as they snapped in her body; bone rubbing into bone, or piercing and jabbing muscle and skin. It was a delightful experience, and she wished she had time to press on every tortured spot on her body, so she could feel that pleasurable ache that rocked through her when she did, leaving her gasping and whimpering. Every wound and strain put on her was but a symbol of Master’s care for her; the dedication and effort they put into training her.

Realizing she had already spent four minutes just getting out of bed, she knew she needed to quicken her pace if she were to be ready for her Master’s awakening. Hurriedly, she fixed the sheets on her bed, fluffing the pillow and folding the blanket neatly. By the time she was sure that the bed would be to Echo’s liking, she had used up yet another three minutes of precious time.

Lily knelt down to browse through the clothes Echo had provided the night before. They were folded neatly by her mattress, which made her cheeks go warm with a blush – it was not often that they folded her clothes for her. It was a kindness she had earned, and she wished she could boast it to the world.

The clothes chosen were a lot more covering than what she had grown to expect the past few weeks. Instead of a bikini or lingerie, she was provided with a skirt and loose crop-top. Both of which, of course, were made of fabrics colored Echoflower blue. Lily couldn’t help the excitement that pounded in her damaged heart – it had been weeks since she had worn something so comfortable!

Her collar and a bag of Echline wipes were neatly placed out as well. It was evident what day she would be having; a pet day. She much preferred to be a pet. Toy-days were agonizing in comparison, as she was forced to sit or lie paralyzed and helpless as Echo played with her however they so desired.

Often times, on toy days, she had no choice but to get lost in the pool of her unwanted thoughts, sinking in them until she couldn’t see any light leaking through the waves and currents; when everything turned dark and muffled. Her head and soul grew tight the deeper she sank, feeling as though they’d pop from the pressure. The pressure would grow stronger, and stronger, crashing into her and tugging at her insides, constricting her until she exploded from it. It was only after that release that she could escape the wretched water that had spread throughout her mind.

She shook her head. Dwelling on it right then was a waste of time. She picked up the wipes, carefully getting to work cleaning her body as best and thoroughly she could in such short time. She couldn’t help but whimper at the way it stung and burned whenever it brushed over the cuts on her skin; like hand sanitizer on an open wound. She couldn’t tell if the pain provided relieving bliss or if she was in psychological misery.

Wiping off the remains of the previous day’s bedtime-routine was the hardest part of her morning cleaning. It always dried on her skin overnight, making it a struggle to peel off. She was extra careful to not let any of the seeds fall and get lost on the floor; Echo would be furious if flowers were to grow in her room, especially if it were due to her own incompetence.

But the most difficult part of it wasn’t how well it stuck to her skin, or how careful she had to be not to make a mess. It was the mental warfare that reigned in her mind, as she fought against her body’s natural urges. Seeing the result of Echo’s pleasure, coated in the space between her thighs...it forced her to bite down the bile rising in her throat, swallowing hard and taking deep shaky breaths.

There was no time to cry; crying was best done at night, when it was all over. She had to keep her mind focused if she wanted to get through the day as peacefully as possible. So, she ignored the agonizing ache within her mind and soul, trying her hardest to focus only on the task at hand, rather than the feelings and thoughts trembling through her body.

It was ironic, in a way, that the results of Echo’s pleasure disgusted her so much...and yet their pleasure was exactly what she was aiming for today. Exactly what would get her a reward.

She felt so dirty, and sticky, and marked. And it hurt – not the physical soreness of being used so roughly, no, that’s not what hurt her. It hurt that she was being used at all . It hurt that she was no longer a person in Monsters’ eyes. She was many things; a murderer, the cause of the drought, a toy, a doll, a human pet, a personal slave. But not a person. Never a person.

And now, the only one she had left in the Underground that treated her as a living being was gone. She wondered if he stopped seeing her livelihood that day. Maybe seeing her get repurposed in such a perverted way disgusted him to the point where he wanted no part in it. No part in her life. She wondered if her parents would think that way too, if they were to see what had become of her.

It took every fiber of strength in her soul to blink back the tears gathering in her eye, and to calm her shaky breaths.

Once she finished cleaning herself thoroughly, she put the dirty wipes back in the bag they came in, tucking it in the corner and glancing at the clock. She only had seven minutes to get dressed. Not the best amount of time, but it would make-do. She really needed to get quicker at wash-up, but that was something that would take practice and experience, both of which she was still lacking in.

She carefully slipped into the skirt and crop-top, twirling and giggling joyfully. She liked the way the skirt swayed against her body. It had been so long since she’d last worn one, and she was so grateful Echo had chosen it for her today. It had been quite some months since she had felt this cute! Not to mention comfortable.

She clicked her collar into place, adjusting it so her name-tag was in the right spot. As always, it was tight against her throat, squeezing the rope-burns on her neck uncomfortably. It choked ever-so-lightly, but was nothing she couldn’t handle; nothing compared to when Echo’s vines or roots were lodged in her throat, creeping down into her lungs. If she had learned to breathe through that, then she wouldn’t allow a simple collar to bother her.

The clock struck 6AM, and the alarm rang. It sounded of bells, crashing together in a cry of warning. A sound of alert, which made her ears ring and her head feel dizzy.

She dropped down in front of the door, adjusting her body to be kneeling submissively. In her head, she began to count to thirty, trying to drown out the blaring alarm blasting through her eardrums. It was when she reached twenty-eight seconds that the metal door clicked open, and the alarm automatically turned off.

Echo’s vines slipped through the cracks of the door, gently pulling it open the rest of the way. Their mouth turned upwards into a grin upon spotting her, to which she could feel her heart pound and soul tremble.

“Why good morning, my sweet sunflower!~” they paused, giving her a chance to respond...after several seconds of silence, their smile turned more genuine, and their voice became a satisfied whisper, “Oh, what a good girl! Speak.”

She tries to keep the pride bubbling in her chest from creeping into her voice, but some of it slipped through despite her best efforts, “Good morning, Master...!”

“Oh my! Someone is in a good mood. How delightful,” they chuckled, offering a vine to her,

“Stand. It's time for some breakfast. I sure am hungry!”

Lily nodded, standing and gently taking their vine into her hand, to which it snaked its way around her arm, tracing a flower-pattern repeatedly on her shoulder. She shivered at the sensation; even after so many times experiencing it, she was unsure if it was pleasurable or repulsive.

She tried to ignore the aching in her stomach, begging for its own fill. She would eat later. She just had to do well today. Her hunger wouldn’t go unrewarded, not today.

“I think this is a pancake morning, don’t you?” they asked, in a sweet and curious tone, as they led her through the living room and into the kitchen (which also doubled as a dining room.) Lily tried to ignore the desperate ache in her stomach, as it growled yearningly at the mention of food.

“I will eat later,” she thought insistently to herself, “My efforts won’t go unrewarded this time. I will be fed today. I will. I just need to be strong. I just need to be obedient. I need to keep being a good girl.”

She nodded, forcing a smile. Echo either didn’t notice the force behind it, or was amused by the strain, because they made no annoyed comment.

Upon reaching the kitchen, Echo let go of her arm, settling in at the dining table, petals twitching. She glanced at the clock. 6:04 AM. She had fifty-six minutes at most, but it was best to be done before 6:30 if she wanted to avoid boring Echo. Boring them always led to negative consequences; not punishments, just...uncomfortable behaviors.

She had made pancakes enough times to remember every ingredient, without using one of her three lifelines. She hoped not to use any lifelines during her cooking today. If she was able to succeed without asking for assistance, she may receive an extra reward – and that was a chance she just couldn’t pass up, especially when she felt ready to collapse at any moment from the emptiness of her stomach. In fact, the thought of a meal was quite literally the only thing that gave her the strength and will to stay conscious and on her feet.

The first thing she did was turn on the stove, at a low setting. She had learned very quickly just how important heating the stove was, back when she was first being trained. It heated up much slower than any of the stoves on the surface did – likely because most Monsters’ preferred cooking with fire magic than some stovetop. Back then, she had turned it on after preparing the ingredients...she had panicked, begging for It to heat up faster, as the clock ticked down.

She could still remember it in vivid detail. The vines pinning her to the stovetop, the skin of her back and chest pressed against the slowly heating metal, the smell and sensation burning and boiling, the feeling of Echo’s teeth scraping into the melty skin that peeled easily and agonizingly off of her muscles, the feeling of their long slimy tongue sliding into the open wound, and-

She shook her head, snapping herself out of it before she fell too deeply to escape. That would not be happening again today. As far as she was concerned, it would never happen again. It had been seven years since then, and she had not slipped up once in that time. Her lesson was long since learnt.

Swiftly, she opened the cupboards, pulling out a cast-iron pan, a medium glass bowl, oil, flour, baking soda, and sugar, setting them neatly on the counter. Swiftly, she moved on to the fridge, gathering the containers of cooled blood and echline, and sliding them onto the counter as well. She could feel her Master’s eyes following her every move, and a familiar feeling settled in her chest – a feeling she could best describe as how rabbits must feel when stalked by wolves.

She pulled out every measuring cup and spoon she knew would be necessary, and grabbed a whisk. Even after all these years, it still annoyed her that they didn’t get an electrical mixer, as it would make the process of cooking and baking much easier for her frail arms...but the excuse they made, that it would waste electricity, seemed fair to her. They were on a limited supply, aside from the batteries and machinery that they managed to gather from the dump, and wasting that on such mundane things was understandable to avoid.

By the time she had measured, poured, and whisked the batter together, it was 6:11. She slid each dish she had used aside, stacking them to be cleaned later, before preparing the cast-iron pan with some oil and pouring 1/3rds of the pancake-batter into it. Behind her, Echo whistled in an impressed manner.

“You’re moving fast today, arent’ya? What a good girl. I might give you a treat!~”

Lily felt her face heat up, both from the compliment and the excitement of receiving a reward. She didn’t say anything in response – she wasn’t supposed to, unless told to speak – however, she did turn her head to smile gratefully in their direction. Their eyes lit up at her smile, and they licked their lips, smirking pridefully. It made her heart race, seeing that look on their face...though she wasn’t sure if it was racing in a good way.

She hastily turned back to her cooking, flipping the pancake to let the other side cook. Once it was finished, she swiftly grabbed a plate from the nearby shelf, and scooped it onto there. She repeated this process with the rest of the batter, ending up with three large pancakes in total. The time was 6:27.

She drizzled some of the refrigerated blood atop, much like one would do with syrup, before grabbing a fork, knife, and napkins and swiftly serving Echo their breakfast.

“Good girl!” Echo exclaimed, clapping their vines proudly, “Come sit with me when you’re done.”

Lily nodded obediently. She could feel her hands trembling – the anxiety that had been building in her gut seemed to be finally taking effect – but she didn’t let it disrupt her as she put the ingredients back in their respective spaces. It took only around three minutes to complete, as she didn’t need to do the dishes or clean the counters until later, and she felt relieved to have this part of her morning routine finished.

Carefully and cautiously, Lily climbed into Echo’s embrace, closing her eye in exhaustion, as she felt their icy-cold vines curling around her body. It wasn’t often that she was allowed to sit at the table – the floor was where she was typically assigned – so she knew that the fruits of her labor were already beginning to pay off.

Slowly, she could feel their vines creep around the bare skin of her waist and stomach, squeezing firmly, but not quite uncomfortably. She pressed her ear into Echo’s stocky chest, listening to the sounds of their breathing and swallowing, as they helped themself to their meal.

“Mmm~! It’s quite delicious, sunflower. You sure know how to treat a fella like me, dontcha?”

One of their vines traced against her cheek, firmly grabbing ahold of her chin and tilting her head upwards. She opened her eye, aware that they wanted her to look. Their gaze had a predatory lust, their grin reeking of danger. But she knew they wouldn’t take it too far; not so early in the morning, when it would leave her exhausted for the rest of the day. No, they always saved the worst of it for evening, when her duties had been completed...or while she was still completing her duties, as a test of her focus.

They leaned forward, and she did too, knowing fighting was futile. Her mouth met theirs, and their tongue snaked its way around hers, slimy and invasive as it squirmed around her mouth. It tasted of blood, which immediately forced her to fight the urge to gag...but underneath that wretched flavor was the sweetness of the pancakes, which her stomach howled and ached painfully at, and her tastebuds tingled excitedly. It made her kissing more enthusiastic; she would do anything for more of that tasteful delight. Her body screamed at her desperately; begging, pleading for her to provide it with substance of any kind. But she had nothing to give except for a lingering aftertaste of a meal that wasn’t her own.

After several minutes of this, Echo broke the kiss. Their face and petals glowed pink with pleasure. She could feel that her face was heated, too, but not from attraction of any kind. No, her face was hot with humiliation, as shame spread through her, and settled uncomfortably in her soul. She felt so perverted. So dirty. But no tears escaped her eye, despite how badly she yearned to sob. She couldn’t exhaust herself with tears; not if she wanted to have energy to spare later.

“What an enthusiastic pet you’ve become! I see you are beginning to enjoy yourself. I knew you would. You just needed some time to accept it!” they swooned, winking at her. Their taunting teases made her heart pound, aching with each beat. She could tell that they could see her self-hate...and she could tell it aroused them, as well. But they made no comment on it, simply returning their attention to their breakfast.

A few minutes later, they finished their meal. Their grip on her grew loose enough for her to get out without any trouble. She did exactly that, slipping out of their lap, before collecting the dishes on the table and stacking them on the counter for later cleaning.

Echo stretched as they got out of their seat. Lily knew all too well what was next on the schedule; she could feel the pressure rising inside of her, her lungs constricting as panic bubbled its way through her veins. She was hyperventilating, gasping for breath.

Echo scooped her into their vines, cradling her softly as they moved out of the kitchen, back through the living room and down into the hall. They spoke in a soft adoring tone, of which she assumed was supposed to soothe her, but only made her heart race faster.

“Shhh...it’ll be alright, my precious sunflower. Remember, I will only be gone a few hours. It’s for your own good, my sweet pet. I wouldn’t want you hurting yourself, now, would I? Speak.”

She nuzzled her face into their vines, desperately wrapping her arms around their neck. She could feel her whole-body shivering in dread. Her voice came out shaky and meek; pathetic.

“...Hu-hurting m-myself would b-be selfish...”

Echo nodded, patting her back softly as they stopped in front of the closed door to the isolation room, “You remembered! Good girl. And why would it be selfish? Speak.”

“B-because i-it makes y-you f-feel unappreciated a-and...l-like y-you're a b-bad caretaker.”

Echo nodded once more, whispering “good girl” under their breath as they set her down in the corner of the hallway. They used their small roots to pick the lock of the nearby supply closet (they preferred that over keys, as Lily had stolen the keys before). They went inside for a moment, humming to themself before pulling out handcuffs, a neck-brace, and a helmet with a face cage.

They shut and re-locked the door, gesturing for Lily to stand. She did so obediently, though her knees felt so weak that it was difficult to keep her balance. Echo seemed to take notice of this, gently holding her still as they put her hands behind her back and cuffed them.

“Oh, sunflower, you know it brings me no joy leaving you here. But unfortunately, I have work to attend, and I cannot rely on you not to do something idiotic, can I? Don’t you know how worried I would be, to come home and find you have run away, or worse, decided to end your life? I would be all alone again, with nobody to love me...”

Guilt weighed on Lily’s soul at the look of sadness that settled on her master’s face. She wanted nothing more than to hug them and kiss them. To caress their petals and whisper words of reassurance. But she had not been given permission to do so, so she just...stared at them empathetically.

Carefully, Echo slipped the helmet on her head, clipping it into place. She still remembered when it had become a routine part of isolation; when they had caught her bashing her head into the wall, bloodied and hardly conscious. It was an attempt to get the noises blasting from every end of the room to shut up. She had felt overwhelmed and disoriented, as the room always made her feel. All she could think at the time was that if her head was broken, the sounds would stop. But Echo had found her before she had taken it too far, and now made sure it wouldn’t happen again. The neck brace had been added as an extra measure, to be sure that she didn’t find a way to snap her neck.

Echo carefully removed Lily’s collar. However, before slipping on the neck brace, they leaned in and scraped their teeth teasingly against her neck, nibbling at it softly. A shudder of pleasure ran down her spine, and she couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped her throat.

Echo sucked the skin fondly, tracing their tongue along the vertebrae of her neck. She could feel herself melting into the wall behind her, and her already weak knees gave out. Echo just laughed adoringly, pulling back and admiring the flush on her face, as she stared up at them helplessly on the ground. Her heart was racing so hard that it made her nauseous.

“Awww~! What a sensitive girl you are,” they swooned joyously, as they carefully slipped the

brace around her neck, opening the door to the isolation room, “Now, head on inside, sunflower. We can pick up on that after my work and your chores, hm? Speak.”

“...Y-yes, Master...”

“Excellent girl.”

And with that, she crawled her way in (which was rather difficult to do with her hands behind her back), and watched as the door slid shut behind her, clicking as it locked.

She laid on the hard metal floor, shivering from the cold. At least she had more clothes on than any of the previous days this month, making the chilled room a bit more bearable. Still, it wasn’t anywhere close to as comfortable as the attire she used to be allowed, but she doubted Echo would ever allow her to return to that now.

She closed her eye and concentrated on slowing her breathing. She had found that if she could fall asleep before the noise began, then not only would she be able to get some extra rest and energy, but she would also sleep through isolation altogether. More often than not, though, she was incapable of drifting off in time, too panicked to put her mind at enough ease, and was forced to suffer through the next ten hours drowning in noise that made her feel like ripping into her skin and tearing out her hair.

This torment was nothing new, of course; she had experienced this on a daily for the last seven years, ever since she was captured. But despite that, it was one form of suffering she couldn’t seem to get used to, despite how often she was exposed to it. Perhaps it was because she couldn’t hear her own thoughts – or form any thoughts at all – with all the noises blaring in her ears. Or maybe it was because of how small the room was; how small the room made her feel, as if the walls were closing in on her, and she was being suffocated.

But more likely than anything else, it was probably because she was forced to listen to the most shameful and traumatic recordings of her own voice for every second of every hour she was isolated. Recordings of her screams, cries, and whimpers. Her pleading words and desperate begging. Recordings of words she was forced to say; words she knew her loved ones would be disgusted to hear coming from her mouth. And over the last month, it had become even more torturous; sounds of moans and gasping, of dirty pleas, and shuddering breaths.

It was all a reminder of what she deserved. Of her failures. Of the punishments she had earned. Of the disappointment she had caused for Echo. Of how unworthy she is. And it was not something she wished to dwell on, especially for so long.

Her soul shuddered in desperation and perseverance; she would sleep. She needed to sleep. Sleep before it begins. Sleep before it’s too late. She wouldn’t let it torment her today. She just needed to shut off her mind…

Next thing she knew, she was being softly shaken awake by bright blue vines. Relief and delight swelled in her chest. She had actually managed to fall asleep – had actually managed to sleep through the mind-numbing torment that would have ripped her into a mess of confusion and loneliness; of screaming, and blurs of colors, and desperation.

Her luck was extremely high that day, and she couldn’t have been more thankful.

Her hands were uncuffed and her helmet and brace had been removed. They clicked her collar back onto her neck, adjusting it in place. Once they had finished that, she hugged her Master, planting kisses of joy on each and every one of their petals. Echo chuckled at her enthusiasm, blushing at the affection.

“My, my, somebody is happy to see me! What a sweet girl...I see you slept while I was gone.”

Insecurity and fear twisted in her stomach. Would they be mad about that? Did they want her to stay awake the whole time? It was only now hitting her that this was the first time they had ever caught her sleeping here. She had never been told not to sleep here, but she also hadn’t been given permission to. She should have asked, she should have checked, she was going to be punished, they were going to bring her to the chamber, or the cooler, or the machine, she wasn’t ready for it, wasn’t prepared, she wasn’t, she wasn’t-

She was only pulled out of her train of thoughts when they hugged her firmly, and soothingly began to rub her back. She didn’t realize it, but she had begun hyperventilating; had begun slipping into a panic attack.

“Shhhh...oh my sunflower, it’s quite alright. There is nothing wrong with getting some rest while you are here. I could never be frustrated with you over something like that. As long as it is not disrupting your sleep-schedule, alright? Breathe.”

Lily obeyed, taking deep shuddering breaths in, and exhaling them softly. In her head, she repeated the same phrases over and over, until the instinctual panic within her subsided.

“They aren’t angry. I did nothing wrong. I am okay.”

Once she had calmed again, Echo straightened themself out, getting up and offering a vine to her. She took it without hesitation, stroking her fingers against the smooth and fuzzy surface.

“Now, now, I need you to get to work tidying up the house. Will you do that for me? Speak.”

“Yes, Master. I will do anything to make you happy.”

It was a trick question, seeing as she didn’t have a choice either way. But she knew exactly what they wanted to hear. Their petals fluttered happily, and they pulled her out of the isolation room, shutting the door behind her and picking the lock to the closet door once again, to put away the supplies she had just been wearing.

“Oh, what a fantastic girl you are~! So well-behaved today. Go on now and get your work completed, my flower. You will come see me in my bedroom when you are done, yes?”

She nodded obediently, well aware of the routine. Echo chuckled, patting her head.

“Good,” they said, voice husky and filled with yearning, before heading off to their room.

Lily rushed through her chores as fast as possible. Dishes, laundry, gathering and taking care of trash (including the bag of used echline wipes from that morning,) wiping down tables and counters, sweeping, mopping, dusting. She kept a close eye on the clock, anxious with every minute that ticked down. It was 5:37 PM when she had begun her chores, and by the time she was done, it was 7:19. Luckily, there was never much to clean, seeing as she did this every day, so her focus was less on being thorough, and more on being quick.

She took a minute to catch her breath, wiping the sweat from her face and taking a quick trip to the restroom. Once she was done, she quickly wiped down the restroom as well, and swiftly headed towards Echo’s room.

She knocked on the door softly, to which they sing-song called back “cooomeee innn~!” They were laid across a yoga mat on the floor, face-down. She knew what to do; she was just waiting for the permission to do it.

“On your knees.”

She didn’t need to be told twice.

“Good girl~ now help an old fella out, won't you? My vines are feeling so tight after today’s work.”

She began massaging their vines. She knew exactly how much pressure to apply – where to touch, where to avoid, where to rub, where to push. Their body vibrated with purrs, soft moans escaping their mouth as their petals flushed. They always seemed to enjoy this to an uncomfortable extent, of which made Lily’s mouth feel dryer than usual, and her arms feel tense. But, as she always did, she powered through it, spending around an hour taking care of all of their knots and tensions. When they finally gestured for her to stop, her arms were aching and trembling from how much work she had put them through the last few hours.

Slowly, Echo stretched, pulling themself up. She knew what was coming - #5 of her schedule, the last event before bedtime and any possible rewards. Horror, disgust, terror, dread – they all bubbled and boiled in her veins, crashing in hot waves through her heart and soul, as Echo slid their way out the door to check how well her chores had been done.

“Go wait on the bed, my pet...~ I will be there once I see how good of a girl you were.”

She did exactly that. She sat herself on the bed, staring at the blanket as tears built in her eye. She was shaking so heavily, the entire bed squeaked underneath her. She shut her eyelid tightly, feeling as though she had been punched in the gut, and decided to go into her happy space. The space in her mind that she had created when things were just too painful. When life was too scary; when she needed to suppress the memories and pretend all of what was happening was fake. Just a nightmare. Its just a nightmare.

Everything that happened for the next three hours was a foggy mess in her mind. She was crying and begging. Writhing and gasping. Pleasure and pain shot through her every move. She could hear them whispering and speaking words of praise. But the sensations were all she could process. The words and actions behind those sensations...they were just noise and color. Not real. It couldn’t be real.

It couldn’t be. Her mind wouldn’t acknowledge it as such. When it was finally over, the exhaustion and strain her body had been put through crashed down on her all at once, as the fog lifted from her mind. Her throat and lungs burned, like the very air she breathed was made of flames. Her legs were numb and useless. Her chest and stomach itched from the rubbing of vines against them. Her arms were sore from being bound and held above her head for so long. But most dreadfully, everything between her thighs ached from overstimulation...and was once again covered in a thick coating of

Echo’s pleasure, which she would have to clean the next morning. Her soul felt like it may tear itself apart from the psychological agony of what she had been put through. But her head – her emotions and thoughts – they just felt empty. Disconnected. Unable to connect with the reality of what she had just been subjected to. Echo spoke, but their words were all just muffled noise. They scooped her into their vines, carrying her off to the dining room, and it was only then that she finally processed a single thought.

“I get a reward.”

Excitement and pride dimly rose in the back of her head, as her stomach practically flipped in bliss. For the first time in four days, she had pleased them enough to be fed . She didn’t even care if they kept true to their word of giving her a cinnamon bunny – she just wanted something in her stomach. Something to prove that what she had done that day was worth it.

Vines gently held her head up as her tongue burst with the joy of sweet icing and cinnamon. It was so creamy, and soft, and sweet – so delightful, like a dream, like a piece of heaven blessing her through all of the hell she was just put through. She liked the way it melted on her tongue. She liked the way it stuck to her teeth. She liked the way it felt sliding down her throat, making its way to her underfed stomach.

The bliss of one was already so magical and dream-like, that when she was fed a second and third one, she felt as though she may faint from shock. She was in tears again, but for the first time that day, they weren’t of agony. They were of relief; pure, unbridled relief.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,” was all she could think. Whether that love was for the food or for Echo, she couldn’t quite tell; she just knew that having her starving, underweight body provided for made an overwhelming amount of love rush through her soul. When the food was finished, Echo carefully brushed and flossed her teeth, before bottle-feeding her echline to keep her hydrated and wash down her throat. Her body slowly fell limp as the paralyzing symptoms took effect.

She was taken to her bed and tucked in. Echo kissed her forehead, whispering a soft “Goodnight, Lily” as they headed out of the room to finish preparing for the next morning. Lily felt satisfied and proud; her day had been worth it, in the end.

By the time Echo had returned with the clothes and wipes for her next morning cleanup, she was long asleep.

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