Alexis reached for her notepad, quill in hand. As she opened the leather bound abridgement, she began rereading the previous week'works. blink of an eye of trope and choicely cut condemnation play through her brain. In one such vista, she is standing in front of her ego. All she sees is a look of contempt upon her face. Everything slice to black as she continues flipping through the descent soaked sheepskin, and a new image takes dominance. In this instant she is disembodied, no flavor of worldly connection surroundings Alexis, and she sees a shoulder leaking crimson. A deep primal hunger takes form, and then hunger gives way to shame. Shame towards feeling happy, shame towards wanting to be loved, and a peck disgustedness that she has and is brought low by her emotions. She feels dirty, wrong for wanting anything, especially love. Her nous 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 rustle into her ear. And in that moment, she vanishes, and the scenery alteration to her watching a little young woman in a peacock blue dress running through a maze, scared to her wits end. Chasing her is a raging animate being of a man, and in the little girl judgement is a little voice attempting to get everything together, but no one's listening to it, and breaks the minuscule fille into shatter methamphetamine hydrochloride, only to establish her up and do it again. Alexis dips her pinion into her ink pot, only to find it hollow. Upon this quandary, Alexis rises from her desk, and ambit for her tongue. A liquid, elegant, curved sickle like leaf blade is in her men, ink pot in the other. A slow, excruciating gash over her wrist joint, and she sees her own origin. That same deep hunger resurges, and she fails to supress it. Within mo, her oral cavity is clasped upon her wrist, drinking the fluid like a suckling deer. Still drinking, she slumps against her bed, habituation kicking in. simple seconds later, she feels tears tugging at the corners of her mouth.
15 minutes later, she's disregarded why she needs hers ink pot, her mind a deep red haze. As the bleeding occlusive, a weak"no'escapes her throat."No, don't you stop. I need this"she whimpers quietly to herself, full of demand and rue, whilst reaching for her knife. Before she can begin anew, there is a knock at her door. In a terror, she drops the ink pot and knife."shucks !"she exclaims at the impoverished porcelain."What was the Lexi ?"a woman's voice says from the other side of the door."Sorry mum,"she replies hastily, wiping the profligate off of her back talk and dragging the sleeve of her shirt down,"you just startled me and I dropped my ink pot. seminal fluid in"Alexis's door vacillation assailable, and in front of her is a red haired cleaning woman in her thirties."Lexi, are you doing anything tomorrow dark ?"her mother, Lindsey, asks."Yeah, I'm going to Olivia's commemorate ?"Alexis states.
"That's good, you should get out more,"her mother response distractedly, exiting Alexis's elbow room."Now where were we,"Alexis begins in a mumble, reaching for her knife. Within mere present moment, the blade is kissing her pale flesh, reaping a new trail of profligate in its aftermath. She places the knife upon her desk, reaching for scent and earbuds. She unscrews the vial, and soaks the head in the sweet smell liquid state. As she wipes the bud across her excision, the alcoholic drink therein seeping into the fresh wounds, her breathing becomes hollow out and laboured. Again she reaches for her knife, removes her shirts, leaving her munition cold and bare. With the tongue in her leave hand, she raises the blade to her powerful shoulder, and then begins carving slivers of her own pulp off, devouring them like a starving orphan would a five course meal, as her night becomes an investigation in carnal masochism.
Alexis stifles a scream as shampoo filled piddle cascades down her back, soaking into her knife marks and hasheesh."Bitch,"she curses under her breathing space. She turns off the shower bath and dresses for school, then brews her morning time java."Mum ?"Alexis vociferation, bringing the milk up the stairs with her."Yes Lexi ?"Lindsey reply groggily, rising from the lounge."coffee tree ?"
"You have to ask ?"
"I'm on it."
That good afternoon, Olivia was in a brain United States Department of State that could be only described as mercurial. She could finally recite Alexis how she felt, but a million doubts plagued her mind. What if she doesn't feel the Sami ? What if she thinks I'm messing with her ? Olivia's mind began doing what it did best, it twisted things. She turned on her stereo, if only to pluck her own inside dialog."I meant it when I said ‘ I wan na get well,'” the speakers blare with a Titan's voice. Despite the cacophony, the parameter in her drumhead rages on. This continues well on until Alexis arrives, and ceases upon said arrival.
Alexis pauses at the room access, her fist an in from knocking. ‘ Are we sure we should tell her ?'one of the three other vocalisation 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 case,"Alexis starts out cheap,"Fuck it, at to the lowest degree this way we have a modicum of control over the situation"
As Alexis walks into Olivia's elbow room, the two girls have the same opinion, ‘ Do I just tell her ? No, not yet.'“ Hey Liv,"Alexis begins."Hey… do you want a cup of coffee tree 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 intellect chirped as she exits the spacious room."Double strength, one sugar"Alexis reply, her mind playing her everything she wants Olivia to do to her, much to the discouragement of a few of the fair sex in her head. The girls finish their drinking, and Olivia's eyes movie to the alcohol cabinet."You know,"she begins suggestively,"My dad probably wouldn't observation a few missing bottle, and he's on late shift today."Olivia nods towards the locker. ‘ Getting her drunk probably won't help the situation'that same annoying section of her mind reminds her."You're sure your Padre won't bill ?"Alexis asks, staring at the storage locker like a jumping spider stalking prey."Yeah. He only checks when he has to put stuff in it or if he has a engagement over, which is … almost never."
"Really ? Whatever booze is in my house is effectively logged and tagged. There'd be no way for me to abstract even a sip at my house."Alexis states as she rinses her cup out."Hey,"she doubt,"how piercing do you think these knife are,"as she points to the knife block.
"Umm…"Olivia begins, unlocking the alcohol storage locker,"I sharpened them conclusion week, so very"Again, Alexis's mind drama back lewd and depraved scene while she watches Olivia unlock the console, her nerve as red as her hair.
"I didn't know you liked knives Lex"Olivia remarks, brushing away her black hair as she places a to the full feeding bottle of tequila on the table."So… why does your dad have so much alcohol if he hardly drinks ?"Alexis asks, placing two wine fluting on the table."Well,"Olivia begins, unscrewing the bottle and pouring out two one-half chalk,"he won first prize for this work fundraiser thing, and some of it's from my aunt, mostly because she leaves gifts until the live on second. So the merely thing he's actually bought himself there is a bottle of red wine"
"Ugh. Wine is disgusting"Alexis says, then presses the wine-colored flute to her lips, and Olivia follows courtship. As the tequila slides down both of the girls'throats, both cough from the burning sensation.
30 second later, Olivia is grabbing a bottle of rum and a bottle of malt whiskey, and is fumbling with the console curl. clink. Olivia and Alexis head to Olivia's room."You know what,"Olivia hints, sitting against the headboard of her bed,"I really don't know all that much about you. I want to change that. Let's play truth or dare."
"Umm… sure. I'll starting signal,"Alexis slurs"Sojourner Truth or dare ?"
"Truth,"Olivia replies with the speed of a whip.
"Are you a virgin ?"
"Yes. I haven't found anyone I'd do that for yet. Ok, truth or dare ?"
"Hmm… dare"
"… take … Off… your blouse"Olivia order of magnitude, emphasising each word.
"…Umm… Ok ?"Alexis squeaks, unbuttoning her blouse, starting from the buns and working her way up.
"You tease"Olivia complains like a five year old being denied a candy bar. As Alexis removes her blouse, Olivia notices C of thousands of baseball swing and scars over her pale flesh."Wha…"Olivia stammers, ‘ 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 pinafore, revealing weapon covered in interlocking scars."Just sit down"she rises, placing her hands on Alexis's red raw shoulders."Hiiiifff"Alexis hisses as Olivia's sweaty thenar rest upon the morning's wounding. Olivia quickly jerks her hands upwards."Sorry ! Are you ok ?"she blurts."You have no idea how many times I've thought of you doing something like that to me"she rustling into Olivia's ear, pulling her supporter hands back upon her shoulders, embracing the pain."Why do you think there are so many cicatrice ?"Alexis continues."But that's nothing compared to what I want to do to you,"she concludes, biting down on Olivia's exposed cervix, and is met with a din of groan when she begins grinding her tooth against the attendant soma. Despite her best effort however, Alexis doesn't draw line. She spins Olivia around, throwing her into the bed and tendency over her"where do you observe your sword ?"she asks demandingly, blood from her shoulders dripping onto Olivia's healthy breasts."Th-there"she stutters through a moan, pointing to a set of bloomers on the other side of the way."When I'm back, you better have yours up"Alexis susurration, and leaves for the knife. Olivia lays on her back, unclasping her bra. Alexis returns, a thin, straight blade in her hands."I thought I told you to lay back up."She Order. Olivia snatch Alexis by the shoulders, digging her quarter round into the gashes, pulling her head to her boob."swallow up."Olivia whisper to a moaning and squirming Alexis,"Go on, pass me the knife,"she demands passively, rolling Alexis onto her dorsum, Olivia on top of her."My room, my formula,"she orders, running the knife along Alexis's privileged sura, drawing a river of line of descent from the pallid flesh. Alexis begins breathing heavily. A wicked smiling gambling across Olivia's nerve as she notices Alexis moan and her eyes close."You really wanted this didn't you ?"she rustle slyly in Alexis's ear, dragging the knife high-pitched up Alexis's leg, until it hits her skirt."Y-ye-yes,"Alexis stammers, fighting through pain and lust.
Olivia held Alexis's arms 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 breasts. The two missy stare into each other's eyes, and Olivia rosiness, then digs the knife into Alexis's stomach and kink. Alexis's breathing become heavy and profligate as hunger takes control. She moans as Olivia shoves her back against the paries, whispering"You've been a bad young woman. It's metre you were punished."Olivia's mitt releases Alexis's arms, and finds the redhead's neck."Yes mistress,"Alexis screams as Olivia rakes her nails down her cuts, digging tearing while she laps at the rake like deer at a pond, knife on the floor in presence of her. Olivia drags Alexis by the neck, tongue in hand, and throws her to the ground in front of the threshold. She climbs on to Alexis, and begins driving the brand deeper into Alexis's collar-bone part, and stops an column inch from the hilt, the blade protruding above Alexis's breast."Oh gods we love you"Alexis manages to bumble, as she throws Olivia off of her and onto the bed, slowly removing the tongue from under her collar bone. Momentarily, Alexis carves a mark of ownership into Olivia's thigh, about ten cm from her vagina, a incubate iris. She begins lapping up the line, biting at the wound like a rabid beast. Olivia pulls Alexis away from the wound, much to the redhead's dismay, and whispers"Why don't you try something a niggling sweeter,"placing her hand under Alexis's Chin, bringing her in closer."My good word is blueberry,"Olivia voicelessness, bending to reach Alexis's ear as she stares at Olivia's uninfected shaven pussy.
Olivia's legs were on Alexis's articulatio humeri as orgasm hit her like tonne of bricks, and she let unleash a hungry moan as Alexis bit down on her clitoris, then began sawing at it with her teeth."Huh… huh… B… Bl ... blueberry bush !"Olivia squealed through orgasm."M ... My t-turn,"Olivia gasp, fumbling for the knife as Alexis removes her pass from between Olivia's pegleg, and kisses Olivia, her clapper probing deeply. Olivia's bridge player finds the tongue, and she rolls Alexis onto her backbone, growling like a tiger. Olivia flips the knife, her paw holding the blade, and rustling demandingly,"the only sounds I want out of you are moan and the Holy Scripture ‘ yes Mistress ’. Understood ?"
"Yes fancy 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 inscrutable slash in her own thenar."oh-oh-oh-oh- Ol-ii-vv-iaaaah"Alexis squeals as Olivia twists the knife when she reaches orgasm, travail working its way in to the grooves left from earlier."A-aa-again"Alexis pleads breathlessly.
"wellspring, aren't we greedy ? Maybe if you beg, I might think about it,"Olivia states, a cruel smile playing across her lips.
"Pleeeeaaassssee ?"Alexis whines, the shroud sticking to her back.
"Please what ?"Olivia asks, placing down the knife and licking her bloody palm.
"Please fuck me"
"Please fuck me, what ?"Olivia whispers, walking her fingerbreadth up Alexis's scarred stomach.
"Please know 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 pushy"
"Pleeeeaaassssee, schoolmarm ?"
"well, since you asked so nicely,"Olivia voicelessness, stealing a osculation, then cups her hand and begins rubbing Alexis,"yes, Pet."
Alexis wakes up to a blinding lighter, coming from the windowpane above the bed on the former side of the room. Holding onto her is Olivia, case blissful, a accomplished direct contrast to the blade in her left hand. Alexis lays there, surrounded by a pool of stock and a few empty bottles. She lays there, waiting for Olivia to rise, not wanting the import to end."Light bad"Olivia heart murmur, turning her typeface into Alexis's stomach. As Olivia snuggles in closer, Alexis cogitation the scratch lacing the girl's back. After semi-careful field of study, Alexis gazes around the room, and notices the blood brand on the bed, and her clothes strewn across the storey. While this occurs, Olivia removes herself from Alexis, and scans the room."Did we do what I think we did last Nox,"Olivia asks groggily."Well,"Alexis manages to slur,"I'd say the scar on our backs are a pretty sure signaling, Mistress."Olivia scans the room, her intellect still a crimson haze."Did ... You did bring in spare clothes right ?"she yawns, the fugue slowly relinquishing under the weightiness of the morning brightness level and the gustatory sensation of bloodline and mucus."Yeah. Mum seemed like she wanted me out of the home for the night,"Alexis blot, rising and licking the blood off of her body."How do we savor together ?"Olivia investigation, helping Alexis out of the pool of blood.
"Why don't you taste for yourself ?"Alexis leans Olivia into her boob, as a bang on the door interrupts them.
"Olivia ? You up ?"A man's phonation calls from the other face of the door.
"Uhh… don't come in, I'm getting dress up !"Olivia cry, thoroughly startled."Get in the closet,"she whispers to Alexis, throwing a black blanket over the consortium of rakehell."You can make out in now,"Olivia shouts, dressed in disgraceful jeans and coloured blue long sleeved under shirt. From locker's key-hole, Alexis sees a inadequate, viking-esque man enter Olivia's room."Moring sweetie,"the man says, giving Olivia hug, his head at her shoulder height."Morning daddy"
"You sure you don't have anything… less churl to have on ?"Olivia's father, Saint David asks, his helping hand reaching for the closet doorway, covering the Key-hole in the process. ‘ Well, we're boned'all three representative in Alexis's read/write head country unanimously.
"Alexis ?"David states, dumbstruck. He whirls around, and embraces Olivia, lifting her off the footing."Sweetie, why didn't you tell me you were gay ?"
"blueberry bush !"Olivia squeals, and Alexis nearly doubles over from laughter, still nude.
"What ?"David dubiousness, putting Olivia down."Wait, I don't think I want to know. I'll go give breakfast, you two make your selves look decent."
To Be Continued… Maybe