Alexis reached for her notepad, quill in hand. As she opened the leather bound capsule, she began rereading the previous calendar 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 looking at of scorn upon her case. Everything slicing to black as she continues flipping through the stemma soaked parchment, and a new image takes ascendency. In this import she is disembodied, no feeling of worldly connection surrounds Alexis, and she sees a shoulder leaking crimson. A deep primal hunger takes anatomy, and then hunger gives way to shame. disgrace towards feeling happy, shame towards wanting to be loved, and a hen-peck disgustedness that she has and is brought low by her emotions. She feels dirty, awry for wanting anything, especially love. Her mind become erratic, changing the scene faster and faster, building to a crescendo she can’t avoid. It always ends the same. “ I love you ” Alexis susurration into her ear. And in that bit, she vanishes, and the scene changes to her watching a short miss in a turquoise dress running through a maze, scared to her wits end. Chasing her is a raging brute of a man, and in the girls creative thinker is a little voice attempting to get everything together, but no one’s listening to it, and breaks the slight girl into shattered methamphetamine, only to progress her up and do it again. Alexis dips her quill into her ink pot, only to find it empty. Upon this plight, Alexis rises from her desk, and reaches for her knife. A bland, elegant, curved sickle like steel is in her hands, ink pot in the other. A easy, excruciating fade over her wrists, and she sees her own origin. That same deeply thirstiness resurges, and she fails to supress it. Within moments, her mouth is clasped upon her articulatio radiocarpea, drinking the fluid like a suckling cervid. Still drinking, she slumps against her bed, addiction kicking in. mere indorsement later, she feels tears tugging at the street corner of her mouth.
Fifteen minutes later, she’s forgotten why she needs hers ink pot, her mind a crimson haze. As the bleeding stops, a weak “ no’escapes her throat. “ No, don’t you stop. I need this ” she whimpers quietly to herself, full of need and regret, whilst reaching for her tongue. Before she can begin anew, there is a belt at her door. In a terror, she drops the ink pot and knife. “ Shit ! ” she exclaims at the broken porcelain. “ What was the Lexi ? ” a charwoman’s voice says from the early side of the threshold. “ Sorry mum, ” she replies hastily, wiping the blood off of her lip and dragging the arm of her shirt down, ” you just startled me and I dropped my ink pot. Come in ” Alexis’s room access golf shot open, and in front of her is a red hirsute adult female in her thirties. “ Lexi, are you doing anything tomorrow night ? ” her female parent, Lindsey, asks. “ Yeah, I’m going to Olivia’s remember ? ” Alexis states.
“ That’s good, you should get out more, ” her mother replies distractedly, exiting Alexis’s room. “ Now where were we, ” Alexis begins in a mumble, reaching for her tongue. Within mere present moment, the vane is kissing her pale material body, reaping a new trail of blood in its backwash. She places the knife upon her desk, reaching for perfume and earbuds. She unscrews the vial, and soaks the promontory in the sweet smelling liquid. As she wipes the bud across her cuts, the alcohol therein seeping into the fresh wounding, her breathing becomes hole and laboured. Again she reaches for her knife, removes her shirts, leaving her weapon system cold and bare. With the knife in her left hand, she raises the blade to her right shoulder joint, and then begins carving paring of her own build off, devouring them like a starvation orphan would a five course of instruction meal, as her dark becomes an investigation in sensual masochism.
Alexis stifles a shrieking as shampoo filled water Cascade Mountains down her back, soaking into her tongue marks and hashes. “ Bitch, ” she curses under her breath. She turns off the shower and wearing apparel for school, then brews her morn coffee. “ Mum ? ” Alexis yells, bringing the Milk River up the stair with her. “ Yes Lexi ? ” Lindsey replies groggily, rising from the sofa. “ 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 doubts plagued her head. What if she doesn’t feel the Sami ? What if she thinks I’m messing with her ? Olivia’s take care began doing what it did best, it twisted things. She turned on her stereophonic system, if only to cull her own inner dialogue. “ I meant it when I said ‘ I wan na get well,’” the speakers blare with a Titan’s voice. Despite the cacophony, the argument in her school principal rages on. This continues well on until Alexis arrives, and ceases upon said arrival.
Alexis pauses at the door, her fist an column inch from knocking. ‘ Are we sure we should order her ?’one of the three other voices in her header begins. ‘ Yes ? No ? Maybe ?’Another chimed. “ Since when are we ever sure, ” Alexis asks herself. ‘ Never, you know this’the last one return. “ In that case, ” Alexis starts out garish, “ 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 thought, ‘ Do I just tell her ? No, not yet.’“ Hey Liv, ” Alexis begins. “ Hey … do you want a cup of coffee berry or something ? ” Olivia questions, rising off her bed.
“ Yes please. Coffee is friend. ”
“ How do you make 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 mind chirped as she exits the wide way. “ Double strength, one moolah ” Alexis answer, her mind playing her everything she wants Olivia to do to her, a great deal to the alarm of a few of the women in her head teacher. The missy finish their drinks, and Olivia’s eyes flick to the alcoholic drink locker. “ You know, ” she begins suggestively, “ My dad probably wouldn’t notice a few missing bottles, and he’s on former shift today. ” Olivia nods towards the cabinet. ‘ Getting her drunk probably won’t facilitate the place’that Same annoying section of her mind reminds her. “ You’re sure your father won’t notice ? ” Alexis asks, staring at the cabinet like a jumping wanderer stalking fair game. “ Yeah. He only checks when he has to put hooey in it or if he has a escort over, which is … almost never. ”
“ Really ? Whatever liquor is in my theatre is effectively logged and tagged. There’d be no way for me to sneak even a sip at my house. ” Alexis states as she rinses her cup out. “ Hey, ” she questions, “ how sharp do you think these tongue are, ” as she points to the tongue block.
“ Umm … ” Olivia begins, unlocking the alcohol locker, “ I sharpened them final stage hebdomad, so very ” Again, Alexis’s mind plays back lewd and depraved scenes while she watches Olivia unlock the cabinet, her boldness as red as her hair.
“ I didn’t know you wish tongue Lex ” Olivia remarks, brushing away her black tomentum as she places a full feeding bottle of tequila on the table. “ So … why does your dad have so much intoxicant if he hardly drinks ? ” Alexis asks, placing two wine flute on the tabular array. “ wellspring, ” Olivia begins, unscrewing the bottle and pouring out two half looking glass, “ he won first prize for this work fundraiser thing, and some of it’s from my aunt, mostly because she leaves gifts until the last mo. So the only thing he’s actually bought himself there is a bottle of red wine ”
“ Ugh. wine is disgusting ” Alexis says, then presses the wine flute to her sassing, and Olivia follows suit of clothes. As the tequila slides down both of the fille’throats, both coughing from the burning sensation.
30 minutes later, Olivia is grabbing a feeding bottle of rum and a bottle of Scotch whiskey, and is fumbling with the console lock. Click. Olivia and Alexis headway to Olivia’s way. “ You know what, ” Olivia steer, sitting against the headboard of her bed, “ I really don’t know all that a lot about you. I want to alter that. Let’s play truth or dare. ”
“ Umm … indisputable. I’ll head start, ” Alexis slurs “ truth or daring ? ”
“ 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, truth or daring ? ”
“ Hmm … dare ”
“ … Take … Off … your blouse ” Olivia rescript, 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 candy bar. As Alexis removes her blouse, Olivia notices C of thousand of cuts and scratch over her blanch flesh. “ Wha … ” Olivia stammer, ‘ So, is she like us ?’the voice in Olivia’s head asks. “ I should just- ” Alexis begins, but then is cut off. “ No its ok. ” Olivia removes her jumper, revealing arms covered in interlocking scratch. “ Just sit down ” she rises, placing her manus on Alexis’s red raw shoulder. “ Hiiiifff ” Alexis hisses as Olivia’s sweaty palms ease upon the morning’s injury. Olivia quickly jerks her hands upwards. “ Sorry ! Are you ok ? ” she blurts. “ You have no idea how many sentence I’ve opinion of you doing something like that to me ” she whispers into Olivia’s ear, pulling her friends hands back upon her articulatio humeri, embracing the pain. “ Why do you think there are so many scars ? ” Alexis continues. “ But that’s zilch compared to what I want to do to you, ” she concludes, biting down on Olivia’s exposed neck, and is met with a cacophony of moans when she begins grinding her tooth against the tender anatomy. Despite her best travail however, Alexis doesn’t draw blood. She spins Olivia around, throwing her into the bed and tendency over her “ where do you stay fresh your blade ? ” she asks demandingly, blood from her berm dripping onto Olivia’s hefty chest. “ Th-there ” she stutters through a moan, pointing to a set of drawers on the early side of meat of the room. “ When I’m back, you better have yours up ” Alexis whispering, and leaves for the knife. Olivia lays on her back, unclasping her bra. Alexis returns, a thin, flat sword in her hands. “ I thought I told you to lay back up. ” She order. Olivia grabs Alexis by the shoulder, digging her ovolo into the gashes, pulling her head to her breasts. “ swallow 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 dominion, ” she orders, running the knife along Alexis’s inner calf, drawing a river of blood from the blanch flesh. Alexis begins breathing heavily. A wicked smile play across Olivia’s facial expression as she notices Alexis moan and her optic close. “ You really wanted this didn’t you ? ” she whispers slyly in Alexis’s ear, dragging the knife eminent up Alexis’s leg, until it hits her bird. “ Y-ye-yes, ” Alexis stammers, fighting through infliction and lust.
Olivia held Alexis’s arms above her head, pushing the woman against the rampart, kissing her passionately. Olivia began slowly, excruciatingly dragging the knife down Alexis’s dead body, carving sigils into her knocker. The two girls stare into each early’s center, and Olivia bloom, then digs the knife into Alexis’s stomach and crook. Alexis’s breathing become heavy and riotous as hunger takes control condition. She moans as Olivia shoves her back against the wall, whispering “ You’ve been a bad girl. It’s time you were punished. ” Olivia’s hand sack Alexis’s arms, and finds the redhead’s neck. “ Yes fancy woman, ” Alexis screams as Olivia rakes her nails down her track, digging tearing while she laps at the blood like deer at a pond, knife on the floor in front of her. Olivia drags Alexis by the neck, tongue in hand, and throws her to the dry land in nominal head of the door. She climbs on to Alexis, and begins driving the blade deeper into Alexis’s collar-bone region, and stops an inch from the hilt, the blade protruding above Alexis’s breast. “ Oh gods we love you ” Alexis manages to stutter, as she throws Olivia off of her and onto the bed, slowly removing the knife from under her collar off-white. Momentarily, Alexis carves a mark of possession into Olivia’s thigh, about ten centimetres from her vagina, a concoct fleur-de-lys. She begins lapping up the blood, biting at the wound like a rabid animal. Olivia pulls Alexis away from the combat injury, much to the redhead’s dismay, and whispers “ Why don’t you try something a little sweeter, ” placing her hand under Alexis’s chin, bringing her in closer. “ My safety word is blueberry, ” Olivia susurration, bending to reach Alexis’s ear as she stares at Olivia’s clean shaven pussy.
Olivia’s legs were on Alexis’s articulatio humeri as climax hit her similar tonne of bricks, and she let free a athirst moan as Alexis bit down on her clitoris, then began sawing at it with her teeth. “ Huh … huh … B … Bl... blueberry ! ” Olivia squealed through orgasm. “ M... My t-turn, ” Olivia gasp, fumbling for the knife as Alexis removes her head from between Olivia’s ramification, and kisses Olivia, her tongue probing deeply. Olivia’s manus finds the knife, and she rolls Alexis onto her spine, growling like a tiger. Olivia flips the knife, her manus holding the steel, and whispers demandingly, “ the only sounds I want out of you are moan and the words ‘ yes schoolmistress’. Understood ? ”
“ Yes kept woman ” Alexis whimpers as Olivia drags the hilt of the knife 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 palm. “ oh-oh-oh-oh- Ol-ii-vv-iaaaah ” Alexis squeals as Olivia twists the knife when she reaches orgasm, lather working its way in to the rut left from earlier. “ A-aa-again ” Alexis pleads breathlessly.
“ Well, aren’t we greedy ? Maybe if you beg, I might think about it, ” Olivia res publica, a cruel smile playing across her lips.
“ Pleeeeaaassssee ? ” Alexis whimper, the sheets sticking to her back.
“ Please what ? ” Olivia asks, placing down the tongue and licking her bloody palm.
“ Please screw me ”
“ Please have it away me, what ? ” Olivia whispers, walking her fingers up Alexis’s scarred stomach.
“ Please fuck me, schoolma'am ” She pleads.
“ Oh … I don’t know, ” Olivia begins, flicking Alexis’s clit, “ you’re being very pushy. You know I don’t like it when you get pushy ”
“ Pleeeeaaassssee, Mistress ? ”
“ Well, since you asked so nicely, ” Olivia whispers, stealing a osculation, then cups her mitt 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 fill in direct contrast to the blade in her allow for mitt. Alexis lays there, surrounded by a puddle of blood line and a few hollow nursing bottle. She lays there, waiting for Olivia to rebel, not wanting the moment to end. “ Light bad ” Olivia murmurs, turning her face into Alexis’s stomach. As Olivia snuggle in closer, Alexis studies the scars lacing the girl’s back. After semi-careful written report, Alexis gazes around the room, and notices the stock stains on the bed, and her clothes strewn across the floor. While this occurs, Olivia removes herself from Alexis, and scans the elbow room. “ Did we do what I think we did last night, ” Olivia asks groggily. “ fountainhead, ” Alexis manages to blur, “ I’d say the scars on our backs are a reasonably sure sign of the zodiac, Mistress. ” Olivia scans the room, her brain still a crimson haze. “ Did... You did bring spare clothes right ? ” she yawns, the fugue slowly relinquishing under the weightiness of the morning light source and the tastes of blood and mucus. “ Yeah. Mum seemed like she wanted me out of the house for the night, ” Alexis slurs, rising and licking the rake off of her body. “ How do we taste together ? ” Olivia probes, helping Alexis out of the syndicate of pedigree.
“ Why don’t you taste for yourself ? ” Alexis leans Olivia into her titty, as a knock on the door interrupts them.
“ Olivia ? You up ? ” A man’s voice calls from the other side of the door.
“ Uhh … don’t make out in, I’m getting dressed ! ” Olivia yells, thoroughly startled. “ Get in the closet, ” she whispers to Alexis, throwing a black blanket over the pool of blood. “ You can follow in now, ” Olivia shouts, dressed in black jean and disconsolate wild blue yonder long sleeved under shirt. From console’s key-hole, Alexis sees a short, viking-esque man enter Olivia’s elbow room. “ Moring sweetie, ” the man says, giving Olivia hug, his head at her shoulder height. “ morning time daddy ”
“ You sure you don’t have anything … less tyke to wear ? ” Olivia’s father, David asks, his hand reaching for the closet threshold, covering the Key-hole in the process. ‘ fountainhead, we’re boned’all three representative in Alexis’s header state unanimously.
“ Alexis ? ” David states, dumbstruck. He whirls around, and embraces Olivia, lifting her off the ground. “ Sweetie, 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 get it on. I’ll go get to breakfast, you two make water your selves look decent. ”
To Be Continued … Maybe