Anathema's soft, ochre eyes fluttered open. Where was she...? She felt like she'd been hit with a truck two or three times, specifically in her rear area -- a sensation that, while it wasn't entirely unusual to her, she had never experienced quite to this extent.<br/><br/>She lifted her head, her soft white hair slightly matted from not having been brushed after she cleaned it. A strange house, this feeling, and she had been -- the twins.<br/><br/>It all came flooding back, all at once, and the clerk girl's head swam. How in the world had she even gotten into this situation? Drugged, kidnapped, fucked into oblivion. Then left here to recuperate, unbound, with her run of the house. Her first instinct was to run, just bail, right away. She had a life she needed to get back to, a job, people... but, considering it, she didn't have anyone. She had nobody to support and nobody who cared whether she returned or not. What she had right now was this place, and the twins.<br/><br/>She wandered into the living room, her full, tattooed bust jiggling lushly with each step, her cock soft and hanging cutely between her legs. Whatever she did, she was going to have to eat something. She was absolutely famished after last night, and it was as such that Ana began rummaging around the twins' kitchen, not entirely concerned whether or not she got caught. She opened the refrigerator and bent over to inspect its contents, the soft globes of her asscheeks spreading to expose her smooth backside.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>