Alexis reached for her notepad, quill feather in hand. As she opened the leather bound capsule, she began rereading the previous week'works. Flashes of images and choicely cut sentences play through her mind. In one such scene, she is standing in front of her self. All she sees is a look of contempt upon her face. Everything fades to black as she continues flipping through the blood soaked parchment, and a new image takes control. In this moment she is disembodied, no smell of worldly connection surrounds Alexis, and she sees a shoulder leaking deep red. A inscrutable primal hunger takes contour, and then hungriness gives way to disgrace. Shame towards feeling happy, ignominy towards wanting to be loved, and a nagging disgustedness that she has and is brought low by her emotions. She feels dirty, wrong for wanting anything, especially sleep with. Her thinker become quicksilver, changing the conniption faster and faster, building to a crescendo she can't avoid. It always ends the same."I love you"Alexis whispers into her ear. And in that moment, she vanishes, and the scene changes to her watching a lilliputian girl in a turquoise dress running through a labyrinth, scared to her wits end. Chasing her is a raging brute of a man, and in the young lady head is a little vocalism attempting to get everything together, but no one's listening to it, and breaks the little fille into shattered crank, only to build her up and do it again. Alexis dips her quill into her ink pot, only to find it vacuous. Upon this predicament, Alexis rises from her desk, and reaches for her knife. A smooth, elegant, curved reaping hook like brand is in her custody, ink pot in the former. A slow, excruciating slice over her wrists, and she sees her own blood. That same trench hungriness resurges, and she fails to supress it. Within moments, her mouth is clasped upon her carpus, drinking the fluid like a suckling cervid. Still drinking, she slumps against her bed, dependance kicking in. mere irregular later, she feels tears tugging at the corners of her mouth.
Fifteen minutes later, she's leave why she needs hers ink pot, her mind a crimson fog. As the bleeding stops, a weak"no'escapes her throat."No, don't you stop. I need this"she whimpers quietly to herself, entire of need and regret, whilst reaching for her knife. Before she can lead off anew, there is a knock at her door. In a panic, she drops the ink pot and knife."dump !"she exclaims at the break in porcelain."What was the Lexi ?"a womanhood's spokesperson says from the other side of the room access."Sorry mum,"she replies hastily, wiping the blood off of her lip and dragging the sleeve of her shirt down,"you just startled me and I dropped my ink pot. Come in"Alexis's door swinging open, and in front of her is a red hairy fair sex in her XXX."Lexi, are you doing anything tomorrow Nox ?"her female parent, Lindsey, asks."Yeah, I'm going to Olivia's remember ?"Alexis states.
"That's ripe, you should get out more,"her mother replies distractedly, exiting Alexis's way."Now where were we,"Alexis begins in a mumble, reaching for her tongue. Within mere present moment, the steel is kissing her picket flesh, reaping a new track of blood in its aftermath. She places the tongue upon her desk, reaching for perfume and earbuds. She unscrews the vial, and soaks the head in the sweet smelling liquid. As she wipes the bud across her slash, the alcoholic drink therein seeping into the fresh lesion, her breathing becomes hole and laboured. Again she reaches for her tongue, removes her shirts, leaving her arms low temperature and bare. With the knife in her leave handwriting, she raises the blade to her right field shoulder, and then begins carving splinter of her own shape off, devouring them like a starving orphan would a five course meal, as her night becomes an investigating in fleshly masochism.
Alexis stifles a scream as shampoo filled water Cascade Mountains down her back, soaking into her knife sucker and haschisch."bitch,"she curses under her breath. She turns off the exhibitor and dresses for school, then brews her morning coffee."Mum ?"Alexis yells, bringing the milk up the stairs with her."Yes Lexi ?"Lindsey replies groggily, rising from the couch."Coffee ?"
"You have to ask ?"
"I'm on it."
That afternoon, Olivia was in a mind state that could be only described as erratic. She could finally tell Alexis how she felt, but a million dubiety plagued her mind. What if she doesn't feel the Saame ? What if she thinks I'm messing with her ? Olivia's judgement began doing what it did best, it twisted things. She turned on her stereophony, if only to cull her own inner dialogue."I meant it when I said ‘ I wan na get well,'” the loudspeaker blare with a Titan's interpreter. Despite the cacophony, the argument in her head rages on. This continues well on until Alexis arrives, and ceases upon said arrival.
Alexis pauses at the threshold, her fist an inch from knocking. ‘ Are we sure we should tell her ?'one of the three former vocalism in her head begins. ‘ Yes ? No ? Maybe ?'Another chimed."Since when are we ever sure,"Alexis asks herself. ‘ Never, you know this'the last one retorts."In that pillowcase,"Alexis starts out loudly,"Fuck it, at least this way we have a modicum of control over the situation"
As Alexis walks into Olivia's room, the two girls have the Lapp sentiment, ‘ Do I just tell her ? No, not yet.'“ Hey Liv,"Alexis begins."Hey… do you want a cup of coffee or something ?"Olivia interrogative, rising off her bed.
"Yes please. Coffee is friend."
"How do you have yours ?"Olivia asks, catching a more than friendly glance over Alexis. ‘ Oi, if you want that, you have to ask'an annoying part of her brain chirped as she exits the spacious room."Double intensity, one sugar"Alexis answer, her judgement playing her everything she wants Olivia to do to her, a lot to the dismay of a few of the women in her drumhead. The fille finish their drinkable, and Olivia's eyes moving-picture show to the alcohol cabinet."You know,"she begins suggestively,"My dad probably wouldn't observance a few missing bottles, and he's on previous shift today."Olivia nods towards the cabinet. ‘ Getting her drunk probably won't help the situation'that Saame annoying subdivision of her mind reminds her."You're sure your father won't notice ?"Alexis asks, staring at the console like a jumping spider stalking fair game."Yeah. He only checks when he has to put stuff in it or if he has a date over, which is … almost never."
"Really ? Whatever John Barleycorn is in my sign of the zodiac is effectively logged and tagged. There'd be no way for me to swipe even a sip at my house."Alexis body politic as she rinses her cup out."Hey,"she questions,"how sharp do you think these knives are,"as she points to the knife block.
"Umm…"Olivia begins, unlocking the alcoholic beverage storage locker,"I sharpened them last week, so very"Again, Alexis's judgement turn back lewd and depraved vista while she watches Olivia unlock the locker, her nerve as red as her hairsbreadth.
"I didn't know you liked knives Lex"Olivia remarks, brushing away her black hair as she places a entire bottle of tequila on the table."So… why does your dad have so much alcoholic drink if he hardly drinks ?"Alexis asks, placing two wine flute on the table."Well,"Olivia begins, unscrewing the feeding bottle and pouring out two one-half deoxyephedrine,"he won first appreciate for this body of work fundraiser thing, and some of it's from my aunt, mostly because she leaves gifts until the last second. So the only thing he's actually bought himself there is a bottle of red wine"
"Ugh. wine-coloured is disgusting"Alexis says, then presses the wine flute to her lip, and Olivia follows courting. As the tequila slides down both of the missy'throats, both cough from the burning sensation.
30 instant later, Olivia is grabbing a bottle of rum and a nursing bottle of malt whiskey, and is fumbling with the cabinet lock. Click. Olivia and Alexis point to Olivia's room."You know what,"Olivia jot, sitting against the headboard of her bed,"I really don't know all that a good deal about you. I want to deepen that. Let's play accuracy or dare."
"Umm… sure. I'll starting signal,"Alexis slurs"verity or dare ?"
"Truth,"Olivia replies with the speed of a whip.
"Are you a Virgo the Virgin ?"
"Yes. I haven't found anyone I'd do that for yet. Ok, the true or daring ?"
"Hmm… Dare"
"… Take … Off… your blouse"Olivia orders, emphasising each word.
"…Umm… Ok ?"Alexis squeaks, unbuttoning her blouse, starting from the bottom and working her way up.
"You tease"Olivia complains like a five yr old being denied a confect bar. As Alexis removes her blouse, Olivia notices hundreds of grand of cold shoulder and scars over her sick shape."Wha…"Olivia stammer, ‘ So, is she like us ?'the phonation in Olivia's brain asks."I should just-"Alexis begins, but then is cut off."No its ok."Olivia removes her jumper, revealing blazonry covered in interlocking scrape."Just sit down"she rises, placing her work force on Alexis's red raw shoulders."Hiiiifff"Alexis hisses as Olivia's sweaty palms rest upon the morning's injury. Olivia quickly jerks her mitt upwards."Sorry ! Are you ok ?"she blurts."You have no idea how many times I've intellection of you doing something like that to me"she voicelessness into Olivia's ear, pulling her friends hands back upon her shoulders, embracing the infliction."Why do you think there are so many scars ?"Alexis continues."But that's nothing compared to what I want to do to you,"she concludes, biting down on Olivia's exposed neck, and is met with a blaring of moans when she begins grinding her teeth against the tender material body. Despite her best exploit however, Alexis doesn't standoff blood. She spins Olivia around, throwing her into the bed and leaning over her"where do you hold open your blade ?"she asks demandingly, ancestry from her berm dripping onto Olivia's sizeable breasts."Th-there"she stutters through a moan, pointing to a set of drawers on the other face of the way."When I'm back, you better have yours up"Alexis whisper, and leaves for the knife. Olivia lays on her back, unclasping her bra. Alexis payoff, a fragile, unbowed leaf blade in her hands."I thought I told you to lay back up."She guild. Olivia grabs Alexis by the shoulders, digging her ovolo into the gash, pulling her head to her boob."Drink up."Olivia whispers to a moaning and squirming Alexis,"Go on, pass me the tongue,"she demands passively, rolling Alexis onto her back, Olivia on top of her."My room, my rules,"she orders, running the tongue along Alexis's inner calf, drawing a river of blood from the pale build. Alexis begins breathing heavily. A wicked smile swordplay across Olivia's face as she notices Alexis moan and her optic close."You really wanted this didn't you ?"she susurration slyly in Alexis's ear, dragging the knife higher up Alexis's leg, until it hits her bird."Y-ye-yes,"Alexis stammers, fighting through pain and lust.
Olivia held Alexis's arm above her head, pushing the adult female against the wall, kissing her passionately. Olivia began slowly, excruciatingly dragging the knife down Alexis's body, carving sigils into her white meat. The two female child stare into each other's heart, and Olivia blushes, then digs the knife into Alexis's abdomen and twists. Alexis's breathing become lumbering and fast as lust takes control. She moans as Olivia shoves her vertebral column against the wall, whispering"You've been a bad girl. It's prison term you were punished."Olivia's hand dismissal Alexis's coat of arms, and finds the redhead's neck."Yes schoolmarm,"Alexis screams as Olivia rakes her nails down her undercut, digging tearing while she laps at the blood like deer at a pond, knife on the base in front of her. Olivia drags Alexis by the cervix, knife in hand, and throws her to the ground in front of the door. She climbs on to Alexis, and begins driving the sword deeper into Alexis's collar-bone region, and stops an inch from the hilt, the steel protruding above Alexis's breast."Oh gods we love you"Alexis manages to stammer, as she throws Olivia off of her and onto the bed, slowly removing the knife from under her collar bone. Momentarily, Alexis carves a mark of possession into Olivia's second joint, about ten centimetres from her vagina, a dream up flag. She begins lapping up the blood, biting at the wound like a rabid fauna. Olivia pulls Alexis away from the lesion, much to the carrottop's discouragement, and rustle"Why don't you try something a small sweeter,"placing her hired hand under Alexis's mentum, bringing her in closer."My safe word is blueberry,"Olivia rustling, bending to pass on Alexis's ear as she stares at Olivia's clean shaven puss.
Olivia's legs were on Alexis's shoulders as orgasm hit her like tonne of bricks, and she let loose a thirsty moan as Alexis bit down on her clitoris, then began sawing at it with her dentition."Huh… huh… B… Bl ... blueberry bush !"Olivia squealed through orgasm."M ... My t-turn,"Olivia pants, fumbling for the knife as Alexis removes her fountainhead from between Olivia's branch, and kisses Olivia, her tongue probing deeply. Olivia's hand finds the knife, and she rolls Alexis onto her back, growling like a tiger. Olivia flips the knife, her mitt holding the blade, and whispers demandingly,"the only sounds I want out of you are moans and the word of honor ‘ yes Mistress ’. Understood ?"
"Yes fancy woman"Alexis whine as Olivia drags the hilt of the tongue up her leg, leaving a trail of Olivia's blood along the way. Soon, Olivia begins slamming the hilt into Alexis, carving a deep slash in her own medallion."oh-oh-oh-oh- Ol-ii-vv-iaaaah"Alexis squeals as Olivia twists the knife when she reaches orgasm, sweat working its way in to the groove left from earlier."A-aa-again"Alexis pleads breathlessly.
"wellspring, aren't we greedy ? Maybe if you beg, I might suppose about it,"Olivia states, a cruel grin playing across her lips.
"Pleeeeaaassssee ?"Alexis whine, the mainsheet sticking to her dorsum.
"Please what ?"Olivia asks, placing down the tongue and licking her bloody palm.
"Please fuck me"
"Please make out me, what ?"Olivia whispers, walking her finger's breadth up Alexis's scarred stomach.
"Please be intimate me, Mistress"She pleads.
"Oh… I don't know,"Olivia begins, flicking Alexis's clitoris,"you're being very pushy. You know I don't like it when you get pushful"
"Pleeeeaaassssee, fancy woman ?"
"Well, since you asked so nicely,"Olivia whispers, stealing a buss, then cups her hired hand and begins rubbing Alexis,"yes, Pet."
Alexis wakes up to a blinding light, coming from the window above the bed on the other side of the room. Holding onto her is Olivia, face blissful, a discharge demarcation to the sword in her left hand. Alexis lays there, surrounded by a pool of blood and a few empty bottles. She lays there, waiting for Olivia to rise, not wanting the moment to end."Light bad"Olivia grumbling, turning her brass into Alexis's stomach. As Olivia snuggle in finisher, Alexis studies the scars lacing the girl's back. After semi-careful bailiwick, Alexis gazes around the room, and notices the blood line discolouration on the bed, and her clothes strewn across the base. While this occurs, Olivia removes herself from Alexis, and scans the way."Did we do what I think we did last night,"Olivia asks groggily."well,"Alexis manages to slur,"I'd say the scars on our backbone are a pretty sure sign, Mistress."Olivia scans the elbow room, her mind still a crimson daze."Did ... You did get spare clothes right ?"she yawns, the fugue slowly relinquishing under the weight of the morning light and the discernment of blood and mucus."Yeah. Mum seemed like she wanted me out of the sign for the night,"Alexis blot, rising and licking the rake off of her body."How do we sample together ?"Olivia probe, helping Alexis out of the pool of rip.
"Why don't you taste for yourself ?"Alexis leans Olivia into her breast, as a knocking on the doorway interrupts them.
"Olivia ? You up ?"A man's voice calls from the other side of the door.
"Uhh… don't come in, I'm getting decorate !"Olivia yell, thoroughly startled."Get in the closet,"she whispers to Alexis, throwing a pitch-dark mantle over the pool of blood."You can come in now,"Olivia shouts, dressed in bootleg jeans and dark-skinned blueness long sleeved under shirt. From cabinet's key-hole, Alexis sees a brusk, viking-esque man enter Olivia's elbow room."Moring steady,"the man says, giving Olivia hug, his head at her shoulder tallness."morn daddy"
"You sure you don't have anything… less Goth to don ?"Olivia's father, St. David asks, his hand reaching for the water closet door, covering the Key-hole in the cognitive process. ‘ Well, we're boned'all three voices in Alexis's header body politic unanimously.
"Alexis ?"Jacques Louis David commonwealth, dumbstruck. He whirls around, and embraces Olivia, lifting her off the ground."truelove, why didn't you tell me you were gay ?"
"Blueberry !"Olivia squeals, and Alexis nearly doubles over from laughter, still nude.
"What ?"David questions, putting Olivia down."Wait, I don't think I want to roll in the hay. I'll go wee breakfast, you two take your selves look decent."
To Be Continued… Maybe