Chapter 2 2. Notice-Me-Not

Serphina's small, delicate hands traced up the scar that was on the Commander's neck, his hands running close to her core. A thin piece of cotton was her only protection. That and the rules of the Dollhouse. No fucking on the first floor. The commander could grope her, strip her, but unless she was on the stage, she would be safe, at least from the worst of it.

The floors above were for more nefarious means, and it terrified her. Her sisters, the other Ravens, they all knew what happened there. She just needed to get the information on Emma. Serphina leaned in, hoping her chest would be more distracting; she needed Commander Luke Briggs to be distracted.

He was focused on her body, what he could do with her blood and organs after he had her. Yes, that is what he needed to focus on; it was why he was here, that and to watch what was happening on the stage that was behind her. "What happened here, handsome?" She repeated the question, though it felt like acid coming from her perfectly painted lips.

To the commander, it was another battle scar, but Serphina knew it for what it was, a signal. She had watched Emma ascend the stairs with the commander a day prior, and he hadn't had this mark then. Emma had done this, a clue for the other Ravens to follow. "Just another souvenir." Bile was forced down Serphina's throat. Instead, a small breath escaped; it was seductive, and as the Commander gripped her thighs, under the slip of fabric called a dress.

She pressed her breasts further into him, forcing him to look where she wanted, demanding he touch them. He squeezed her nipple hard, painfully so. She leaned forward, letting him, her hands tracing lazily on the back of his neck, a rune one she has perfected to get him to confess his sins if she could lead his mind to the memory. As the Reapers congregated there to have their way and steal from the dolls, they came here for something else.

Affection, being deprived of it for so long, had made them vulnerable in the sense that a small touch here and there made them cave. Their shields dropped, and that's when the Ravens swooped down and stole the information they needed. Information for the Resistance, and in that moment, to find Emma. When the other commander touches the small piece of fabric keeping her safe from the men in the room, Serphina knows there is only one choice.

She could be fingered here and now on the floor or have him turn his attention to her breasts. Breasts are better; breasts would still have her crying in her sister's arms later, but at least she wouldn't be penetrated tonight. As Serphina traces the last part of the rune into his back, she leans back, maneuvering to pull the commander's focus to her chest. Then both hands openly slip under the fabric in the deep slit up the front of her dress. "How did you get hurt again?" She says with her rune in place on him and touching the scar again.

"The bitch tried to kill me with my own knife." The rune was forcing his sins to the surface. "What a bitch, she could have killed you, one of the Sovereign's men," Serphina says with a false sense of condemnation. Good, she thought to herself, Emma tried to kill him; she was proud.

"I hope you killed her," Serphina said. She needed to know if her sister was gone now, if she had been discarded as the other two had. The commander smirked, now pinching her nipples to the point she was worried the skin might crack. "Ah, no, too precious, found out she is a magician. She is going to auction." Seraphina felt queasy; death would have been preferable for her sister, anything but that.

"I hope before you sell her, you had your fun?" The man smirks again, laughing. "Of course, she was fun, but not as much as I reckon I will have with you." He was moving closer now, no doubt to put his disgusting mouth on her chest. "Where is she?" Serphina asked, scared for what would happen if she couldn't get out of there.

"Castle Brooke." He says, and Serphina sighs, as his lips descend on her chest. She wants out, she hates him, and she can feel his teeth nipping on her skin. "Maybe we should go upstairs?" She knows the rules, he knows them too, and sex is not allowed on the first floor. Finally, he pulls away, much to Serphina's relief. As they stand, she looks at Prudy, her sister Raven.

"You know I have never tasted another woman, maybe we can ask her to join?" Serphina says, pointing to her friend who was wearing a false face. "She is busy." With a small smile and a little tilt of her neck, the suggestion of asking the man Prudy was seducing to join them was made. The men would watch together, then take turns, or so the males thought. This maneuver was formulated as everything else.

Once in the room, Serphina directs the men to sit and watch. Giving them her back to see, she reaches up and grips Prudy's hair, making her moan. Her friend gave the impression of pure pleasure. One more second, and they would need to perform.  Prudy grabbed her ass for the men to see. Serphina, like her friend, let out a loud moan.

Though the Ravens know it is better to put on a show with one another than to be the men's victims. They were distracted by the loud moans from both women. A perfect execution of their plan.  The men didn't even hear Nila slip into the room, her invisible body going behind them, and with a quick jab of her hairpin, they both slumped over.

"Thank fuck, that shit head actually kissed me," Prudy says. "Quick, let's undress them," Serphina said. It would assure those men that they did, in fact, have a foursome when the girls were gone. "Did you find out what happened?" Nila asked as they stripped them and made the room appear as it should; they would be none the wiser.

"Yes, rune worked perfectly," She assured her friend. It wasn't particularly a long-lasting rune, not using blood, but Serphina had worked quickly using her body as her tool for distraction. They checked the room, and it looked as it should, as if sex had happened.

It took moments to resecure the notice me not rune, and with a prick of blood, they vanished from view, slipping through the Dollhouse, careful not to bump into anyone as they slipped out the front door. A plan perfectly executed as if they had done this many times over, which they had.