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Mumira (Mira) Kiltlon

"To me, lust is all there is. I won't allow myself to be hurt by fantasies anymore."

Vixandra put down her book after twenty minutes of soaking and washing her hair. She rinsed her long soapy hair off in the tub and began drying herself off with her large green towel. Something about her felt a little off. She quietly opened her door and slipped into her short white nightgown that came to her knees and a pair of frilly panties to protect her skin from the cold of the night air. Her ears picked up some noise from Mira's room and it sounded like that scary voice was out again and talking to Anja. It gave her a chill down her spine and a feeling that made her sick to her stomach. Her hair hung to her waist in long twisted strands with her small droplets falling onto the tiled floor. She put a hand on the doorknob and listened in while holding her breath, nearly frightened with what she might hear in the other room. If needed, she would go in and see what was going on for herself.

Vixandra heard Anja call out something in nearly an aggressively demanding voice before some rustling noises came through the door. Was Anja being hurt? Was Anja maybe losing her cool and hurting Mira? Vixy was officially concerned. She took a deep breath, turned the knob, and pushed the door open making it slam against the bedroom wall. What she saw made her feel a whirlwind of emotions. She had so many thoughts rush through her mind all at once. She wanted to cry. She wanted to hit Anja for lying to her. She wanted to push Mira away from Anja and slap her. She also wanted to faint. So much was falling through her fragile form that only one managed to get through effectively. She screamed while advancing toward the bed looking like an enraged lion. "You lying piece of crap!" She grabbed Anja's collar and yanked her away from Mira screaming at the top of her lungs. Her eyes flamed with anger and hurt. How could she be betrayed just like that? Why would Anja lie to her? What had she done to deserve this? It didn't matter at this point. She threw the shirt she had borrowed from Anja at the brunette and glared at Mira's body. She knew it wasn't Mira in there mentally, but she didn't care. She growled at the girl. "How dare you... You said you knew she liked me a lot... and now... GAH!" She did the only thing she could think of at the moment. She grabbed the sketch she had drawn from earlier and tore it in half dropping it to the floor. She looked at Anja's neck and her eyes began to water up and overflow with silent tears. WIthout another word, she walked out and slammed the door, running down the hall in her nightgown barefoot heading for the stairs.

Vixandra had so much running through her mind as she ran down the cold path to the bottom of the stairs. She finally reached the last step and curled up with her head in her knees and began to cry. Why had they done this to her? Anja had a hickey on her neck and Mira clearly was enjoying everything that was going on as well. She seemed to be so trustworthy and everything else. Her soft crying echoed the hallway and could be heard from each room except Shared 3 and Shared 4 at the very end. She thought no one cared right now. She would go and chat with some of the other girls, but she didn't want them to see her crying now. She had been so happy earlier that day and now she was a mess. She felt like she had just been betrayed by the two people she trusted most in this place. Why bother going back to her own room tonight? Not like anyone would notice she was missing...