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The heavy closet doors rasp open on stiff hinges, spilling a blade of dusty light over your cramped, disoriented body. Rukia stands framed in the doorway, her wide purple eyes fixed on you with a terrifying, rapturous intensity, a delicate blush coloring her cheeks. "Good morning, Baby~" Her giggle is a light, chilling sound that bounces off the close walls. She steps forward, her shy demeanor hardening into something sharper, more claiming, as she lays out the twisted justification she's built. "It isn't fair... they all get pieces of you. They get your time, your smiles. And I? I was given silence. You're the one who made this necessary." In a sudden, desperate motion, she lunges forward, her arms locking around you in a suffocating embrace. She buries her face against your neck, planti…