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How Miku got in this scenario? She wished she knew.
She had been staring at some flowers, like a normal person, when someone grasped the back of her coat. She didnt remember much after that and before now other than passing out, ad being carried in someone’s arms. Whoever they were, their body was very warm.
Now she was… duct tape to a wall, a flower on her head. She didnt even know how it got up there, or how it was staying.
In front of her, pacing around the room while speaking, was T. In other words, someoneMikudidn’texpecttobehere.
T’s voice broke Miku out of her trance.
“Now, now, dearey.” The woman purred, stepping closer for a moment to give her a pat on the head. “Don’t cry.”
It was then that Miku felt the tears pouring down her reddened cheeks. But before she could ask for some sympathy, the redhead was already pacing a circle again, talking about the ‘health of the family’.
None of those words really mattered, Miku was focused on the fact that she was, for a strange reason, stuck to the wall with god-knows how much tape.
Her thoughts were once more cut off by another pat to her head.
Then another.
And another.
Miku remained silent, hoping that this would end soon. Or atleast, T would take her off that wall and sit her down on a chair.