Chapter 4 - ConfessionsThe shackles that were holding Hannah clicked open and retreated back under the table. The lights brightened a bit and lost their ominous red glow. Even the horrible stench she had been able to ignore mostly up to this point was suddenly gone. “Ugh… y-you motherfuckers…” was all she could mutter under her breath, a strained groan leaving her lips as she sat up. Her whole body was aching, with her ass feeling sore and used, her nipples tingling, and her pussy unsatisfied. Her sexual frustration was almost strong enough for her to start masturbating right then and there on the table. But the screen on the wall dispyed a new text message: ‘Please make sure to gather all of your belongings. You will be transported back momentarily.’ She couldn’t sit around and rub a quick, unsatisfying orgasm out, even if her desperation made her consider it for a moment. Retively quick on her feet, even after an experience like that, she gathered Camil’s discarded clothes from the floor, but didn’t even get a chance to put them on before another white fsh of light blinded her briefly, her whole body tingling again. As expected, she found herself standing in Camil’s room, right where she had been snatched from earlier. Luckily for Hannah, the gorgeous Brazilian woman wasn’t back yet, so she had ample time to put her borrowed clothes back on. Just as she had sat down on the small bed, which creaked under her weight, another fsh of light appeared in front of her. “Camil!” she said, quickly getting back up, her wide eyes and open mouth giving away how worried she truly was for her protector. But when the bright fsh dissipated and revealed a very nude Camil, her concern faded, and a blush crept onto Hannah’s cheeks instead. The exposed Brazilian stumbled slightly, holding her own set of clothes in her hand, a small wince on her face as she tried to regain her bance. She once again did not seem to care that Hannah could see practically everything. “Puta merda,1"Holy crap," that was rough…” she sighed, before stumbling towards Hannah and throwing her arms around her. “Oh, Hannah! You’re still in one piece! I was so worried about you, gata.” The two women’s breasts squished together in an unexpected hug, and as much as Hannah wanted to enjoy this sudden closeness, it was impossible. “Ah… Camil! You… you were worried about me!?—What about you!?” she shouted, returning the hug and keeping the taller woman upright. How could she be thinking about anyone but herself after what they had both just been through? As Hannah helped her sit down on the bed, which was now creaking under the weight of both of the beautiful women, Camil let out an exhausted sigh. “Cro,2"Of course," linda. All I do is worry,” she said, a sad smile on her face. "About you, about myself, about all the other girls stranded on this damned isnd…” Even with the sudden seriousness of the topic, Hannah’s mind was still foggy, clouded by unsatisfied needs that were currently being amplified again by the fact that this stunningly beautiful Brazilian was sitting next to her, completely bare from head to toe. She could only shake her head internally, telling herself she needed to focus. This was not the kind of situation to have those thoughts in… she knew that. Yet, she couldn’t help herself, her eyes darting between Camil’s face and her jaw-dropping body and the curves that came with it. "Sim, even about... Piper." Camil added after a brief pause, looking at Hannah with an expression that almost looked like she was pleading with her. In that moment, Hannah got the sinking feeling that this gorgeous, tall woman was much more vulnerable than she had let on at first. While Hannah stared past Camil, as if the wall were the most interesting thing she had seen all day, her mind was racing again. As soon as she noticed that Camil had followed her gaze and was looking at her with a big question mark above her head, she focused on her once more. “S-Sorry, I… I was just thinking… about the punishment and…” She hesitated for a moment, now directly looking at Camil’s chest, before following it up with a bite of her lip. “Sorry, I… um, are you not gonna put your clothes back on, or…?” That question had earned her an amused chuckle from the other woman, who already seemed much more joyful than a mere moment ago. Hannah could feel the intense blush on her cheeks—she must’ve been as red as a tomato. “Sorry, gata, I forgot that you’re… a bit shy, né?” she teased, taking her clothes and pulling the spaghetti-strap top over her head, finally covering up her perky C-cup breasts, giving Hannah’s wandering eyes a much-needed break. She followed it up with her sweatpants, groaning a bit while pulling them up. “W-Well… it’s less that I’m shy and more that… you probably don’t even know what the word ‘shame’ means…” Hannah managed to mutter in response, earning her another lighthearted chuckle from the Brazilian beauty. “True. True,” Camil said, sighing dramatically. "But I guess that's just how I am, né? I like to show off, and I really couldn't care less if a cute girl sees me naked and fantasizes about me in bed ter, or whatever." The smug, pyful grin she had on her face as she said that made Hannah's heart skip a beat, the heat between her legs returning with a vengeance. She couldn't even form a single, coherent response. She just sat there, fbbergasted and more flustered than she had been in her entire life. Noticing Hannah's sudden silence, Camil decided to take a bit of pity on her, scooting a little closer and wrapping a comforting arm around her shoulder. “Rexa, amiga, I’m just teasing you a little, eh?” Hannah, on the other hand, was quite sure; if she had been red as a tomato before, she was probably as bright as a freshly polished fire truck by now. "I... I um... I..." she tried to protest, her quiet, shy voice barely audible over the sound of her own heart beating in her ears. Camil let out another soft chuckle and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "You're cute when you're flustered, you know that?" Hannah's brain was starting to overheat, her thoughts becoming a tangled, incoherent mess. She wanted to say something—anything—to change the subject, to escape this unreal situation. But all she could do was stammer and blush, her eyes fixed on the floor, her hands fidgeting nervously with the hem of her own too-tight top. Finally, even Camil seemed to have realized she might have teased her a little too much. "Gata? You okay? Did I overdo it? You look like you're about to explode," she asked, her pyful tone slowly mixing with a hint of genuine concern. She pulled away a little to look at her. "Uh, no- I... I mean, it's okay... It's not that..." she finally managed to whisper. "It's... it's just... um... c-could we change the topic maybe?" Camil's smug grin returned as she let go of Hannah's shoulder. "Cro, we can. So… hm…. tell me, how was your punishment?" she asked, her expression shifting to one of curiosity instead. "What was it—and what job did you even choose?" Shit. Anything but that topic! "Oh... um, well... it's uh... very complicated," she stammered, desperately trying to find an excuse not to have to tell the beautiful woman next to her that her punishment had consisted of electrical shocks to her nipples and pussy, and a giant vibrating cock in her ass, something she had almost enjoyed a little too much to even call it a punishment. Camil would probably either ugh, mock her, or be disgusted, right? The blush on her cheeks deepened. She couldn't tell her. She couldn't even tell Camil what jobs she had picked. 'Anal Fucktoy', and 'Pain Toy'? Just the thought of having to say those words out loud to her was enough to make her want to crawl into a hole and die. Camil seemed to notice her hesitation, her expression softening again. "Ent?o, if it helps... I'll tell you my job first, hm?" she offered, leaning back on her hands. Before Hannah could protest, she had already continued: "I chose ‘Seductress’.” She said the word so casually, as if she were telling her the weather. “At the time, I thought it sounded fun. You know, like... basically flirting with the other girls for credits? What could be better, right?" She rolled her eyes, clearly beating herself up for being so naive. "Wait, so... why are you getting punished all the time then? I can’t imagine someone like you failing at that," Hannah blurted out, her shyness momentarily forgotten in her confusion. "Well, it's not that simple, gata. The system gives you tasks, like 'Seduce 2 different people in 24 hours' or 'Flirt with someone until they offer to have sex'." A heavy sigh escaped her lips. "But... the only one here is Piper, and out there… let’s just say, most people you run into aren’t in the mood for pyful flirting.” She let out another sigh, this one even heavier, followed by a short, bitter ugh. “How ironic, né?” she said, shaking her head. “The flirty Brazilian who likes to tease gets stuck on a lesbian-only isnd where no one ever wants to flirt or be teased. In reality… if you aren’t very careful about the job you pick, especially from the ‘Sexual Services’ category, then you’re pretty much fucked.” The st words hit Hannah like a punch to the stomach. She suddenly felt very nauseous. “F-Fucked how?” “Well, I mean… the punishments get bad. Like, really, really bad. The more 'extreme' the job, the worse the punishment for failing. I can only imagine what kind of punishment Charlotte gets, but I think… she actually skips some tasks on purpose, you know? Like, there are some weirdos who really enjoy the punishments." Hannah's stomach churned. Did Camil have any idea how close to home that hit? The other woman continued, oblivious to it all. “But enough of that, it’s not like this has anything to do with you, right? I mean… what job did you choose?” The question came up again, this time hitting her even harder than before. Hannah felt trapped, cornered like a small animal. The secret she held felt hot and shameful, burning in her chest and somewhere else... Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. The urge to confess, to spill everything, to beg for guidance, warred with the paralyzing fear of Camil’s judgment. With a deep breath, she closed her eyes and opened her lips, her throat tight with shame—but if Camil could do it so casually, why not her too? “I… um… I’ll tell you, but… please, you have to promise not to hate me… or think I’m a weirdo or… something...” Her fingers clenched into fists in her p, the borrowed denim fabric bunching under her knuckles. “P-Please…?” A wave of sympathy washed over Camil’s face. She pced a hand on Hannah's thigh, her touch warm and gentle. “Gata, rexa. Look at me,” she said softly. When Hannah finally met her gaze, Camil’s eyes were sincere. “Nothing you say will make me think less of you. Trust me. After everything I’ve seen here... there’s nothing that can surprise me anymore. We’re all… different, right? And that’s a good thing, né?” A single tear welled up in the corner of Hannah's eye. Her gaze dropped, her lips trembling as she found her remaining courage, probably using up the reserves she had built over her entire lifetime. "Well... um... I chose..." She swallowed, the words feeling like sandpaper in her throat. "I... I chose 'Anal Fucktoy'... and... 'Pain Toy'." There. She’d said it. She’d really said it. The admission hung in the air between them, heavy and thick. The resulting silence was almost as unbearable as the confession itself. She risked a gnce at Camil. As expected, her eyes had widened in genuine surprise. A flicker of something, just unclear what, was visible in her expression. Had she been disgusted? Did she hate her now? Would she start mocking or ughing at her? The anticipation killed her. "Ent?o, okay... I take it back. There are things that can still surprise me." She let out a slow breath, her hand still resting reassuringly on Hannah's thigh. "Porra,3"Damn," Hannah... I mean... I knew about the stereotype for you, shy, quiet types, but this is something else entirely." The teasing note was gone. She just looked at her, really looked at her. But Hannah couldn't bear to meet her gaze anymore, instead dropping it to her p, her face now framed and partially hidden by her messy brown hair. "I- I knew it... You think I'm a weirdo..." "N?o!"4"No!" Camil’s response was immediate and firm. She squeezed Hannah's thigh gently. "No, gata, really. I'm just... genuinely surprised, hm?" She reassured her before taking a deep breath, about to continue, but was rudely interrupted before she got the chance to. "Well, fuck me. Maybe she doesn't think you're a weirdo, but I sure do." Piper’s voice cut through the tension like a rusty knife, making both of them jump. She was suddenly standing in the doorway, arms crossed, a bored, unimpressed look on her face. "Piper! Porra, pestinha do caralho, você é impossível! Há quanto tempo você tá aí escutando a gente!?"5"“Piper! Fuck, you damn little pest, you’re impossible! How long have you been standing there listening to us?!” Camil exploded with rage, shooting to her feet, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "Long enough to hear our newest arrival is a depraved little pain slut who likes it up the ass. I would say I'm surprised, but you do have that look. The quiet ones are always the most fucked up," Piper said ftly, her eyes scanning Hannah from head to toe, making her feel like an insect under a microscope. Before Piper could make her feel any worse, Camil stepped between her and the doorway, a protective barrier of righteous anger. "You leave her the fuck alone! She's been here for one day, and you already managed to bully her into picking a job, and now you're gonna shame her for it!? Un-fucking-believable!" "Bully her? I didn't bully her. I recall being so generous as to let her in—into my bunker, which I am keeping stocked with food and supplies. I didn't force her to choose anything," Piper retorted, her voice dripping with venom. "She made her bed; now she can lie in it. Do you think that if she had waited a few days, she wouldn't have chosen the same fucking jobs? As if.” Hannah wanted to disappear. The argument raged over her head, about her, as if she weren't even in the room. No, this argument wasn't about her. It was about them, about their resentment. She was just ammunition. "Right... right. You didn’t bully her." Camil’s voice dropped to a dangerously low tone. "Because of course, you would never bully anyone, right? Not Hannah, not me... not Pariin." Piper's eyes widened, and her disinterested demeanor was immediately gone. For the first time, a genuine crack appeared in her stoic armor. "Don't you fucking dare go there..." Camil stepped forward, her posture radiating a ferocity Hannah hadn't seen before. "Why? I thought you never bullied anyone, hm? So in that case, tell us. What happened to Pariin, hm?" She had clearly struck a nerve. "Camil...!" Piper shouted as a warning, even though she looked more like a scared, helpless child now, who for the first time was being confronted with a truth she didn't want to hear. "What!? What!? The truth hurts, is that it!? Pariin is not around anymore, and why is that, hm!? Whose fault is that!?" The tall Brazilian was shouting now, her face a mask of pure rage, the usual warmth in her oceanic blue eyes repced by an icy fire that Hannah couldn't even see from behind. Piper took a step back, her defensive posture crumbling entirely. Her gaze flickered towards Hannah for a split second, filled with an almost desperate plea, before snapping back to Camil. She opened her mouth to say something, to fight back, but instead, her shoulders slumped, her bravado completely gone. Without another word, she turned around and ran away. Hannah could've sworn she had seen... tears? No, that was impossible. She had to be mistaken.Camil stood there in silence for a long moment after Piper's disappearance, the only sound the ragged, angry breaths she was taking. "Um... C-Camil?" Hannah asked, getting up from the bed herself and approaching her from behind slowly. She was hesitant to pce a hand on her shoulder, but she did it anyway, her touch as feather-light as she could manage. "A-Are you... um... alright?" Camil didn't respond at first. She just took another deep breath, then finally turned around. When she saw the look on her face, her blue eyes red at the corners, and tears clearly welling up in them, she couldn’t help but gasp. "She just... she just makes me so furious! Ugh... I... I'm sorry, Hannah. I'm... I'm so sorry you had to see this," she said, but before she could follow up with anything else, Hannah pulled the tall beauty into a much-needed, comforting hug, pressing her face into the crook of her neck. It was almost as much to comfort herself as it was to comfort the other woman. This emotional turmoil was... a lot for her. Especially after what had just happened in that punishment chamber... no, just after what had happened today in general. She didn't want to say anything, didn't want to ask any more questions. It had all been so tiring. The hug, however, seemed to work for both of them. At some point, Hannah started gently stroking Camil's long, beautiful hair, which seemed to calm her down quite a bit. She didn't know how long they stood there like that, but after a while, Camil finally pulled away, wiping at her eyes. "Desculpe.6"Sorry." I'm a mess... and I'm tired... so damn tired. Let's go to bed, hm? Let’s talk again in the morning." Hannah just nodded in response, not daring to say anything. She had been just as tired, maybe even more so than Camil. With another silent, quick hug, they said good night to each other. But when Hannah’s head finally hit the pillow of her own, slightly uncomfortable mattress, her mind was still racing. Sleep refused to come. Who was Pariin? What had happened to her that Camil was bming Piper for it? What even was this strange pce? Where was it? Who had brought them here? What was up with the jobs and punishments? Maybe she would never get answers to these questions, but they weighed heavily on her mind nonetheless. After a while, though, the exhaustion of her body started catching up with her restless mind. Finally, she drifted off into an equally restless sleep—one that was very simir to the one she had had the night of her own disappearance. A night without any dreams.