Alexis reached for her notepad, quill in script. As she opened the leather bound space capsule, she began rereading the old weeks'works. Flashes of simulacrum and choicely cut prison term play through her judgement. In one such shot, she is standing in straw man of her ego. All she sees is a look of disdain upon her brass. Everything fade to black as she continues flipping through the blood soaked sheepskin, and a new image takes dominance. In this consequence she is disembodied, no feeling of worldly connective surrounds Alexis, and she sees a shoulder leaking crimson. A thick primal thirstiness takes form, and then crave gives way to shame. pity towards feeling happy, shame towards wanting to be loved, and a shrewish disgustedness that she has and is brought low by her emotions. She feels dirty, improper for wanting anything, especially love. Her brain become temperamental, changing the scenery faster and faster, building to a crescendo she can't avoid. It always ends the Lapplander."I love you"Alexis whispers into her ear. And in that import, she vanishes, and the prospect changes to her watching a slight miss in a cobalt blue dress running through a maze, scared to her wits end. Chasing her is a raging brute of a man, and in the girls nous is a piffling voice attempting to get everything together, but no one's listening to it, and breaks the little daughter into shattered glass, only to establish her up and do it again. Alexis dips her calamus into her ink pot, only to find it empty. Upon this quandary, Alexis rises from her desk, and reaching for her knife. A smooth, elegant, curved reap hook like brand is in her hands, ink pot in the other. A slow, excruciating piece over her radiocarpal joint, and she sees her own blood. That same deep thirstiness resurges, and she fails to supress it. Within moment, her mouth is clasped upon her wrist, drinking the fluid like a suckling cervid. Still drinking, she slumps against her bed, addiction kicking in. bare seconds later, she feels bust tugging at the box of her mouth.
Fifteen bit later, she's block why she needs hers ink pot, her mind a crimson haze. As the bleeding point, a weak"no'escapes her pharynx."No, don't you stop. I need this"she whimpers quietly to herself, broad of pauperism and rue, whilst reaching for her knife. Before she can start anew, there is a whang at her threshold. In a scare, she drops the ink pot and knife."dump !"she exclaims at the broken porcelain."What was the Lexi ?"a woman's vocalism says from the other side of the door."Sorry mum,"she replies hastily, wiping the parentage off of her backtalk and dragging the arm of her shirt down,"you just startled me and I dropped my ink pot. Come in"Alexis's door swings open, and in battlefront of her is a red haired char in her 1930s."Lexi, are you doing anything tomorrow night ?"her female parent, Lindsey, asks."Yeah, I'm going to Olivia's recall ?"Alexis states.
"That's right, you should get out more,"her female parent answer distractedly, exiting Alexis's room."Now where were we,"Alexis begins in a mumble, reaching for her knife. Within bare mo, the steel is kissing her pale flesh, reaping a new trail of blood in its wake. She places the knife upon her desk, reaching for essence and earbuds. She unscrews the vial, and soaks the head in the scented smell liquid. As she wipes the bud across her gash, the inebriant therein seeping into the impudent wounding, her breathing becomes empty and laboured. Again she reaches for her knife, removes her shirts, leaving her arms frigidness and bare. With the knife in her bequeath hand, she raises the blade to her right articulatio humeri, and then begins carving slivers of her own flesh off, devouring them like a starvation orphan would a five course meal, as her nighttime becomes an investigation in carnal masochism.
Alexis stifles a shrieking as shampoo filled water system Cascade Mountains down her back, soaking into her knife crisscross and hashish."Bitch,"she curses under her breath. She turns off the shower bath and dresses for schooling, then brews her morn coffee."Mum ?"Alexis yells, bringing the milk up the stairs with her."Yes Lexi ?"Lindsey replies groggily, rising from the couch."deep brown ?"
"You have to ask ?"
"I'm on it."
That afternoon, Olivia was in a mind state that could be only described as temperamental. She could finally tell Alexis how she felt, but a million dubiousness plagued her mind. What if she doesn't feel the Lapp ? What if she thinks I'm messing with her ? Olivia's intellect began doing what it did best, it twisted matter. She turned on her stereo, if only to cull her own inner dialog."I meant it when I said ‘ I wan na get well,'” the verbalizer blare with a titan's voice. Despite the cacophony, the argument in her principal passion 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 say her ?'one of the three other voice in her oral sex begins. ‘ Yes ? No ? Maybe ?'Another chimed."Since when are we ever sure,"Alexis asks herself. ‘ Never, you know this'the final stage one retorts."In that case,"Alexis starts out cheap,"ass it, at least this way we have a modicum of restraint over the situation"
As Alexis walks into Olivia's room, the two young woman have the Same thought, ‘ Do I just tell apart her ? No, not yet.'“ Hey Liv,"Alexis begins."Hey… do you need a cup of coffee tree or something ?"Olivia interrogation, rising off her bed.
"Yes please. Coffee is friend."
"How do you have yours ?"Olivia asks, catching a Thomas More than favorable glance over Alexis. ‘ Oi, if you want that, you have to ask'an annoying part of her head chirped as she exits the spacious room."Double strength, one sugar"Alexis reply, her head playing her everything she wants Olivia to do to her, much to the disheartenment of a few of the women in her head. The young woman finish their drinks, and Olivia's eyes motion-picture show to the alcohol console."You know,"she begins suggestively,"My dad probably wouldn't card a few missing bottles, and he's on latterly shift today."Olivia nods towards the locker. ‘ Getting her drunk probably won't help the situation'that like annoying subdivision of her mind reminds her."You're sure your founder won't notice ?"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 John Barleycorn is in my menage 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 dubiousness,"how crisp do you think these knife are,"as she points to the knife block.
"Umm…"Olivia begins, unlocking the alcoholic beverage console,"I sharpened them last week, so very"Again, Alexis's mind plays back lewd and depraved scenes while she watches Olivia unlock the cabinet, her grimace as red as her hair.
"I didn't know you liked knives Lex"Olivia remarks, brushing away her Shirley Temple Black hair as she places a fully bottle of tequila on the board."So… why does your dad have so much alcohol if he hardly drinks ?"Alexis asks, placing two wine flutes on the table."Well,"Olivia begins, unscrewing the nursing bottle and pouring out two half drinking glass,"he won first prize for this work fundraiser thing, and some of it's from my aunty, mostly because she leaves talent until the last minute of arc. So the only thing he's actually bought himself there is a nursing bottle of red wine"
"Ugh. Wine is disgusting"Alexis says, then presses the wine-coloured champagne flute to her sassing, and Olivia follows suit. As the tequila slides down both of the girls'throats, both cough from the burning sensation.
30 minutes later, Olivia is grabbing a bottle of rum and a feeding bottle of Scotch whisky, and is fumbling with the locker ringlet. pawl. Olivia and Alexis question to Olivia's elbow room."You know what,"Olivia lead, sitting against the headboard of her bed,"I really don't know all that much about you. I want to change that. Let's caper truth or dare."
"Umm… sure. I'll start,"Alexis slurs"Sojourner Truth or dare ?"
"Truth,"Olivia replies with the focal ratio of a whip.
"Are you a Virgo the Virgin ?"
"Yes. I haven't found anyone I'd do that for yet. Ok, truth or dare ?"
"Hmm… daring"
"… Take … Off… your blouse"Olivia social club, emphasising each word.
"…Umm… Ok ?"Alexis close shave, unbuttoning her blouse, starting from the bottom 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 hundreds of thousands of cuts and scars over her pale flesh."Wha…"Olivia stammers, ‘ So, is she like us ?'the voice in Olivia's mind asks."I should just-"Alexis begins, but then is cut off."No its ok."Olivia removes her jumper, revealing arms covered in interlocking scars."Just sit down"she rises, placing her hands on Alexis's red raw shoulder."Hiiiifff"Alexis hisses as Olivia's sweaty palm tree rest upon the morning's combat injury. Olivia quickly jerks her manus upwards."Sorry ! Are you ok ?"she blurts."You have no idea how many fourth dimension I've thought of you doing something like that to me"she voicelessness into Olivia's ear, pulling her friends hands back upon her berm, embracing the bother."Why do you believe there are so many mark ?"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 groan when she begins grinding her teeth against the tender soma. Despite her best feat however, Alexis doesn't draw blood. She spins Olivia around, throwing her into the bed and lean over her"where do you go on your brand ?"she asks demandingly, rake from her shoulder joint dripping onto Olivia's sizeable breasts."Th-there"she stutters through a moan, pointing to a set of drawers on the other side of the room."When I'm back, you better have yours up"Alexis whispers, and leaves for the knife. Olivia lays on her back, unclasping her bra. Alexis replication, a thin, straight vane in her custody."I thought I told you to lay back up."She orders. Olivia catch Alexis by the articulatio humeri, digging her thumbs into the slice, pulling her head to her breasts."drinking up."Olivia whispers to a moaning and squirming Alexis,"Go on, happen me the tongue,"she demands passively, rolling Alexis onto her backbone, Olivia on top of her."My way, my pattern,"she orders, running the knife along Alexis's inner sura, drawing a river of blood from the pale shape. Alexis begins breathing heavily. A wicked grinning play across Olivia's look as she notices Alexis groan and her center close."You really wanted this didn't you ?"she susurration slyly in Alexis's ear, dragging the tongue higher up Alexis's leg, until it hits her skirt."Y-ye-yes,"Alexis stammers, fighting through pain in the neck and lust.
Olivia held Alexis's arms above her head word, 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 titty. The two young lady stare into each other's centre, and Olivia flush, then digs the knife into Alexis's stomach and twist. Alexis's breathing become heavy and riotous as lust takes ascendancy. She moans as Olivia shoves her rear against the bulwark, whispering"You've been a bad female child. It's meter you were punished."Olivia's hand releases Alexis's arms, and finds the redheaded woodpecker's neck."Yes mistress,"Alexis screams as Olivia rakes her nails down her cuts, digging tearing while she laps at the stemma like deer at a pool, tongue on the floor in front of her. Olivia drags Alexis by the neck, tongue in paw, and throws her to the earth in front 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 sword protruding above Alexis's tit."Oh idol we love you"Alexis manages to falter, 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 ownership into Olivia's thigh, about ten centimetres from her vagina, a incubate iris. She begins lapping up the blood, biting at the injury like a rabid animal. Olivia pulls Alexis away from the lesion, much to the redhead's disheartenment, and susurration"Why don't you try something a little sweeter,"placing her hired hand under Alexis's Kuki-Chin, bringing her in closer."My rubber word is blueberry bush,"Olivia rustling, bending to reach Alexis's ear as she stares at Olivia's pick shaven slit.
Olivia's peg were on Alexis's articulatio humeri as orgasm hit her like t of bricks, and she let relax a hungry moan as Alexis bit down on her clitoris, then began sawing at it with her teeth."Huh… huh… B… Bl ... Blueberry !"Olivia squealed through sexual climax."M ... My t-turn,"Olivia pants, fumbling for the tongue as Alexis removes her head from between Olivia's stage, and kisses Olivia, her tongue probing deeply. Olivia's deal finds the tongue, and she rolls Alexis onto her binding, growling like a tiger. Olivia flips the tongue, her hand holding the blade, and rustle demandingly,"the simply sounds I want out of you are moan and the words ‘ yes mistress ’. Understood ?"
"Yes Mistress"Alexis whimpers as Olivia drags the hilt of the knife up her leg, leaving a trail of Olivia's bloodline along the way. Soon, Olivia begins slamming the hilt into Alexis, carving a deep virgule in her own palm."oh-oh-oh-oh- Ol-ii-vv-iaaaah"Alexis squeals as Olivia twists the knife when she reaches orgasm, perspiration working its way in to the vallecula left from earlier."A-aa-again"Alexis pleads breathlessly.
"Well, aren't we greedy ? Maybe if you beg, I might cogitate about it,"Olivia country, a cruel smile playing across her lips.
"Pleeeeaaassssee ?"Alexis whines, the sheets sticking to her back.
"Please what ?"Olivia asks, placing down the knife and licking her bloody palm.
"Please make love me"
"Please fuck me, what ?"Olivia whispers, walking her fingerbreadth up Alexis's scarred stomach.
"Please fuck 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, Mistress ?"
"Well, since you asked so nicely,"Olivia whispers, stealing a kiss, then cups her manus and begins rubbing Alexis,"yes, Pet."
Alexis wakes up to a blinding visible radiation, coming from the windowpane above the bed on the early side of meat of the room. Holding onto her is Olivia, face blissful, a dispatch contrast to the blade in her remaining hand. Alexis lays there, surrounded by a pool of blood and a few discharge nursing bottle. She lays there, waiting for Olivia to rise, not wanting the moment to end."Light bad"Olivia murmurs, turning her face into Alexis's stomach. As Olivia snuggles in finisher, Alexis cogitation the scars lacing the girl's back. After semi-careful study, Alexis gazes around the room, and notices the blood line stains on the bed, and her clothes strewn across the base. While this occurs, Olivia removes herself from Alexis, and scans the room."Did we do what I think we did final night,"Olivia asks groggily."wellspring,"Alexis manages to slur,"I'd say the scars on our backs are a pretty sure sign, Mistress."Olivia scans the room, her judgement still a deep red daze."Did ... You did bring in spare apparel right ?"she yawns, the fugue slowly relinquishing under the weightiness of the morning light and the tastes of bloodline and mucus."Yeah. Mum seemed like she wanted me out of the home for the night,"Alexis daub, rising and licking the rake off of her body."How do we taste together ?"Olivia probes, helping Alexis out of the pool of blood line.
"Why don't you taste for yourself ?"Alexis leans Olivia into her bosom, as a belt on the door 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 dressed !"Olivia yell, thoroughly startled."Get in the closet,"she whispers to Alexis, throwing a black mantle over the pool of blood."You can arrive in now,"Olivia shouts, dressed in smuggled denim and sinister blue long sleeved under shirt. From cabinet's key-hole, Alexis sees a forgetful, viking-esque man enter Olivia's room."Moring truelove,"the man says, giving Olivia hug, his head teacher at her articulatio humeri height."Morning daddy"
"You sure you don't have anything… lupus erythematosus Goth to wear down ?"Olivia's Padre, David asks, his manus reaching for the closet door, covering the Key-hole in the unconscious process. ‘ Well, we're boned'all three part in Alexis's head 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 recognize. I'll go throw breakfast, you two pretend your self look decent."
To Be Continued… Maybe