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The princess alone in her room at night:
"Mirror mirror on the wall who's the most rapeable princess of them all" she says, hoping this time it'll answer
She waits a couple of moments before letting out a sigh and turning around, then as she is moving towards her bed, the princess feels a presence behind her, but before she has time to react an eerily cold hand covers her mouth.
The princess almost panics as her thoughts race through what's happening, how did they get inside, who could want her kidnapped or could they mean to do worse?
Though before she has a chance to figure out why, the person begins talking in a soft and oddly familiar voice.
"I am not here to dispose of you, so please do not worry, and as for who sent me, I think you already have quite a good idea of who"
The princess relaxes slightly, knowing that if the girl wanted her dead, she would be. But still, she attempts to squirm her way out of the girl's grasp. It, of course, doesn't work, but it lets the princess take a quick glance at the mirror, expecting to see her captor. Instead, what she sees is an empty mirror and herself? standing behind.
Before the princess has had any time to process what she just saw, her copy turns the princess around and pushes her onto the carpet.
Finally, the princess gets to look at her, a girl with the exact same blue eyes, the same brown curls, and a face she sees nearly every day of her life, it is without a doubt herself, albeit cold to the touch.
"Who are youu??!" The princess yells out
"Isn't it obvious you sweet little thing~" she responds before properly answering; "I'm you"
"And that means I know everything, every thought you've had up till this moment, every embarrassing secret, and every time you've stood in front of that mirror, wishing to be raped"
The princess looks up at herself with a terrified expression on her face, but deep down, she knows this is what she has longed for all this time.
As the princess feels her own soft, cold fingers touching her, first her arms, then down her sides down to her soft thighs, and as she realises there's no way to stop this from happening she repeats to herself: I want this I want this I want this over and over, slowly she starts to enjoy the feeling of her own fingers violating her...