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She hated this game. The ache in her muscles as she drove her hips back and forth, endlessly. Her panties soaked through and making a mess of his jeans as she rode his thigh. Not being able to touch with her hands restrained behind her back. The way he played with his phone like she wasn’t even there, like she was nothing. Denying her what her body needed. Oh, she loved this game. It got the best of her every time. Panting and sighing as she chased after that feeling, but never able to capture it. “Please...” Birdie whined, another high come and gone without any payoff. She could hear the desperation in her voice. “Please, I can’t cum like this.”

It was visceral the way she felt when she watched them fight. Her breathing shallowed out. Warmth spread throughout her body, flowed between her thighs, every blow making her body pulse. She’d come with a boyfriend the first time, but the fights quickly captured her attention more than he ever could. There was a new fighter tonight, one who was clearly experienced in the ring, and Nonie approached him after the match like any fan girl might. All smiles, bright eyes, and shyly biting at her bottom lip as they talked.

Resurrection was a choice reserved for the next of kin. But as in all things, not everyone followed the rules. There was a black market for resurrecting the dead, and some mortuaries were more than happy to meet the demand. Aside from the unusual dietary needs — fresh meat, the bloodier the better — the resurrected made for great companions. The process was complicated, requiring blood sacrifice and an individual with the talent for it, so it was costly, but the results were effective enough, especially for those who went about it illegally. Family might not want their loved one back knowing what it meant — that their soul would be split in two and merged with another essence. Something darker, not human, and all memories of their past life would become a blur. They could recognize a face, possibly even an emotion if the necromancer was good, but everything else became meaningless. A blank slate. And the newly resurrected would be bonded to the one who brought them back — an incredible draw for those without the best intentions.

The body on the table was bare. Pale. The pink of her lips, the rosy hue of her nipples, tinged with the faintest shade of blue. ((She’ll color up after she eats.)) The girl woke to the sound of her own deafening gasp for air. Pain — she recognized the sensation in every cell of her body as it came excruciatingly back to life, but though she felt it, there was a disconnect between her body and her consciousness. The pain did not cause her to cry out. It did not own her.

The blues of her irises were muted, milky, as her eyes blinked open. Her vision came back as the rest of her did, light slowly flooding in as the darkness faded away. She sat up from the cold metal table, glancing down to see the little goosebumps on her skin, before turning to the others in the room. Two of them. One, she gathered from the attire, was...a doctor? The other was less obvious, but the face...she recognized the face. “Do—” the girl rasped before she was handed a cup of water, drinking it down eagerly. Another minute before she could speak, and she stared at the other again. “Do I know you?”