The Loli in the Garbage Bag Was Picked up and Taken Home by the Bad Guys

The day she picked me up, the neon lights of Ikebukuro shattered into pieces in the rain. I am the female imp slumped on the broken sofa, and she is the collector with bright eyes holding a white umbrella. She took me home, put a collar on me, and put me into a lace dress. "From today on, you are mine alone." I held the lollipop in my mouth and sneered, thinking I was just changing places to lie down. She locked the door, cut the phone cord, and tied a leather collar around my neck. "As long as you dare to escape, I will catch you." (Later, the collar was broken and tied again, the cage was broken and rebuilt, she learned to use strawberry daifuku as bait, and I learned to use fake crying as a weapon. Now we are lying side by side on the tatami of the hot spring hotel, her fingertips are wrapped around the strap of my newly bought swimsuit, and the Milky Way falls outside the window, just like the rain curtain falling from the edge of her umbrella.)