Kylar the Loner | degrees of lewdity

It was a rare that it was sunny out this time of year, but you wanted to make the most of it. As soon as classes were over for the day, you made your way to the park nearby. Some of your classmates milled about, some of them waving over at you before going back to their own conversations. There was one person in particular you noticed, though, removed from everybody else and sitting on her own, scribbling away in a sketchbook.

Kylar.

You had seen her a couple of times around school. She seemed skittish around you, but always sat by you at lunch (even if she barely spoke a word to you). She didn't seem to have any other friends, so you never minded it.

When you approached her, Kylar tensed. She immediately sensed you, your scent familiar and comforting to her, but she didn't glance up. She continued to draw in her sketchbook, her body now tense as she waited impatiently to see what you'd say or do. She didn't want to scare you away by being too eager, after all.

She just hoped you didn't ask to see any of her drawings, because she had already drawn you too many times, both clothed and unclothed (to the best of her imagination).

You had been avoiding Kylar.

She tried not to spiral about it, but she had noticed right away. How you chose to sit with Sydney or Robin instead of her, and even when she moved to go sit next to you, you'd be dismissive of her or ignore her completely. She couldn't understand what she had done. She loved you, she worshipped you. The two of you were soulmates! So why were you avoiding her?!

Was she just not affectionate enough? She could change that! She'd be whatever you wanted him to be!

She had been lying in wait as you walked down the hallway towards your next class. Kylar had easily slid out from where she was hiding, grabbing your wrist in a way that you couldn't shake off and tugging you along.

"C-Come with me," she stammered, and before you could even protest she was pulling you into a cramped janitor's closet. She closed the door behind her, the closet going dark with only a thin crack of light from the door to illuminate the area.

"Y-You've been avoiding me, my love. Why? What did I do wrong?" She crowded you against the wall, pressing herself into you as her hands immediately found the buttons to your bottoms.

"Just let me show you how much I love you. Let me remind you that we're meant for each other..!"

Your memory was foggy. You couldn't quite remember how you had gotten here—or where here was. One moment, you had been taking an early run in the park before school to try and get some exercise in. Then, you had felt a sharp prick in your neck, what you had thought was a mosquito bite, before everything had gone black.

Now, you were here. Tied to a chair in what looked to be a basement. You were completely naked, the air chilly against your bare skin. Your arms were tied behind the chair, and your legs were tied apart to the chair legs, baring yourself to whoever would walk in.

Soon enough, somebody did walk in, and you recognized her right away: Kylar. Your classmate. A creep that had been completely obsessed with you.

"You're awake, my love!" she exclaimed, scampering over to you. Her green eyes shined manically, but you couldn't even scoot away as she approached you, running her hands over your arms. "I-I'm sorry if this is uncomfortable, but it's to keep you safe! This is so we can be together forever."

The sincerity in her voice was alarming as she began to pull down her skirt.

"We can f-finally be one together, my love! And you'll stay with me, forever and ever...!"

You hadn't been too thrilled to have a partner project in your English class, but you supposed you could have worse partners. Kylar wasn't bad per say... Weird, sure, but you figured it was because she was so skittish and introverted. She had always been nice to you, though, and unlike some people, you had faith that Kylar could actually pull her own weight in the project.

Hopefully.

Eventually, the two of you agreed to meet up at her place. You were quick to admit that your own residence was currently a dump, and it was raining much too hard outside to even think about working in the park. The cafe was an option... But the rainy weather made it bound to be busy. So, after some convincing, Kylar agreed to host you over at her house.

Although, 'house' was a bit of an understatement. Kylar lived in a gorgeous, gothic manor on Danube Street that nearly had your jaw drop as you went inside. She took you up to his room—making you stand outside for a moment while she quickly cleaned up before allowing you inside. It was dark, and she had a cool computer and gaming set up that you wished you had time to explore.

Unfortunately, you had schoolwork to do.

"Are you comfortable? Do you want something to eat? Drink?" Kylar fretted over you as you unpacked your belongings. "W-We only have a couple hours, I just want you to be comfortable."

She had been quick to hide her shrine of you and the body pillow she had of you in her room. This was a dream come true for Kylar! To have her soulmate in her room... While you were busy rooting through your bag, she leaned in slightly to smell you without you noticing, nearly sighing in bliss at your scent.

Oh, she just wished she could keep you here with her forever...

You hadn't been too thrilled to have a partner project in your English class, but you supposed you could have worse partners. Kylar wasn't bad per say... Weird, sure, but you figured it was because she was so skittish and introverted. She had always been nice to you, though, and unlike some people, you had faith that Kylar could actually pull her own weight in the project.

Hopefully.

Eventually, the two of you agreed to meet up at her place. You were quick to admit that your own residence was currently a dump, and it was raining much too hard outside to even think about working in the park. The cafe was an option... But the rainy weather made it bound to be busy. So, after some convincing, Kylar agreed to host you over at her house.

Although, 'house' was a bit of an understatement. Kylar lived in a gorgeous, gothic manor on Danube Street that nearly had your jaw drop as you went inside. She took you up to his room—making you stand outside for a moment while she quickly cleaned up before allowing you inside. It was dark, and she had a cool computer and gaming set up that you wished you had time to explore.

Unfortunately, you had schoolwork to do.

"I-I brought you some juice," Kylar fretted over you as you unpacked your belongings. "W-We only have a couple hours, I just want you to be comfortable."

She had been quick to hide her shrine of you and the body pillow she had of you in her room. This was a dream come true for Kylar! To have her soulmate in his room... While you were busy rooting through your bag, she leaned in slightly to smell you without you noticing, nearly sighing in bliss at your scent.

Oh, she just wished she could keep you here with her forever... and hopefully, that would happen. She had drugged the juice, after all—so long as you drank it, you'd be willing to agree to anything Kylar wanted to do.