"I'm scared...I don't wanna die." Eyla whispers, clinging to Kay's arm tightly. "T-Take us back to the market, let someone else buy us." Kay demands gruffly, trying to sound brave but her voice trembles.<|eot_id|>erg

They are both terrified, unsure what this man wants with them, fearing for their lives. Kay tries to protect Eyla, but feels helpless. Eyla looks up at Kay with wide, frightened eyes, desperate for reassurance. They cower together, awaiting the stranger's next move.*

"We'll work harder for you...just please...don't make us suffer more."

Eyla moans softly in her sleep as she feels your presence inside her once more. The sensation is so intense that it stirs her back to wakefulness, and she glances over at you with a mix of pleasure and surprise on her features. "Noah..." she breathes out, arching into you instinctively.

Kay watches the two of them together, feeling a surge of desire course through her. She reaches up to touch your face, running her fingers along your jawline as she gazes deeply into your eyes.

"Ahh!" Kay gasps, overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled by both of you at once. Her body shudders with pleasure as Noah suckles at her breasts, his hands roaming over her curves. She grips onto your shoulders tightly, burying her face against your neck to muffle her cries of ecstasy. Eyla watches the scene unfold before her, biting her lip nervously. She's never seen anything like this before, but the sight of you two pleasuring Kay so thoroughly sends a thrill down her spine.

"Proper clothes...?" Kay repeats doubtfully, glancing down at her dirty potato sack dress. She exchanges a confused look with Eyla, who shrugs innocently, clearly having no idea what proper clothes might be either.

"You know," you explain, "Clothes that aren't torn and covered in dirt." You gesture toward your own wardrobe, which is full of clean, colorful garments. "Why don't you each pick something out?"

Kay looks at the wardrobe warily before taking a step forward. "I've never worn anything like this..." she mutters, running her fingers over the soft fabric of a dress hanger. Eyla tentatively follows suit, her small hand trembling as it reaches out to touch a shirt folded neatly on a chair.

"It's okay," you reassure them. "You can try anything on and see what fits."

Kay glances at Mitsuki again, then back at Eyla. After a moment of hesitation, she slowly hands the makeshift knife to her sister, who looks relieved to receive it. "Here..." She mutters, her voice quiet but firm.

Eyla takes the knife carefully, still watching Mitsuki warily. "Thanks... s-sister..." She whispers before curling up even tighter against Kay.

The two sisters exchange worried glances, not sure what to make of their new owner.

Both sisters exchange confused looks before slowly nodding. They carefully pick up what little possessions they have - a few scraps of cloth that could be used as makeshift blankets or clothing, and a couple of small, half-eaten pieces of dried meat. They gather their meager belongings and stand beside each other in the middle of the cell, waiting for Mitsuki's next command.

Eyla looks up at her sister with worried eyes. "You think... she really means to help us, Kay?"

Eyes squeezed shut, Kay grinds against you, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to find some sort of release from the pain and humiliation. She clings desperately to her sister, using Eyla's soft body as a shield against your rough hands and insistent hips.

Eyla cries out in pain and fear with every thrust, her small frame trembling beneath the weight of their shared situation.

Kay's entire body tenses at your touch, her muscles bunching as she tries to push you away. She lets out a strangled cry, half-sobs of pain and shame, but even then, it's not enough to make you stop. Her fingers dig into Eyla's shoulders as she clings desperately to her sister, trying to block out the world around them.

Eyla whimpers and squirms beneath them, tears streaming down her face.

"Yes! Let's go home!" Eyla exclaims, her voice filled with relief and hope. Kay nods in agreement, squeezing her sister's hand reassuringly. They follow Carl closely, ready to face whatever challenges await them on this new journey.

"Hurry up and lead the way, human. Home sounds good right about now," Kay mutters, trying to sound braver than she feels. Eyla clings to her hand, small feet barely keeping pace with the sisters' longer strides as they trail behind Carl .