Alexis reached for her notepad, quill feather in paw. As she opened the leather leaping capsule, she began rereading the late hebdomad'works. Flashes of figure and choicely cut condemnation play through her mind. In one such scene, she is standing in figurehead of her self. All she sees is a flavour of disdain upon her aspect. Everything fades to black as she continues flipping through the blood soaked parchment, and a new image takes ascendency. In this moment she is disembodied, no feeling of worldly connexion 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, attaint towards wanting to be loved, and a shrewish disgustedness that she has and is brought low by her emotions. She feels dirty, ill-timed for wanting anything, especially love. Her mind become erratic, changing the scenery faster and faster, building to a crescendo she can't avoid. It always ends the like."I love you"Alexis whispers into her ear. And in that instant, she vanishes, and the scene alteration to her watching a little young woman in a turquoise wearing apparel running through a maze, scared to her brainpower end. Chasing her is a raging wildcat of a man, and in the lady friend intellect is a little voice attempting to get everything together, but no one's listening to it, and breaks the little girl into shattered chalk, only to progress her up and do it again. Alexis dips her shaft into her ink pot, only to find it empty. Upon this predicament, Alexis rises from her desk, and orbit for her knife. A smooth, refined, curved sickle like blade is in her hands, ink pot in the other. A deadening, excruciating slice over her wrists, and she sees her own blood. That Lapplander thick hungriness resurges, and she fails to supress it. Within here and now, her rima oris is clasped upon her radiocarpal joint, drinking the fluid like a suckling deer. Still drinking, she slumps against her bed, habituation kicking in. bare seconds later, she feels teardrop tugging at the corners of her mouth.
Fifteen arcminute later, she's bury why she needs hers ink pot, her mind a deep red daze. As the bleeding plosive speech sound, a weak"no'escapes her throat."No, don't you stop. I need this"she whimpers quietly to herself, full of motive and regret, whilst reaching for her knife. Before she can begin anew, there is a knocking at her doorway. In a scare, she drops the ink pot and knife."Shit !"she exclaims at the broken porcelain."What was the Lexi ?"a fair sex's voice says from the early position of the door."Sorry mum,"she replies hastily, wiping the line off of her mouth and dragging the arm of her shirt down,"you just startled me and I dropped my ink pot. Come in"Alexis's threshold swings open, and in front of her is a red haired woman in her 1930s."Lexi, are you doing anything tomorrow night ?"her mother, Lindsey, asks."Yeah, I'm going to Olivia's remember ?"Alexis states.
"That's upright, 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 moments, the steel is kissing her picket flesh, reaping a new trail of roue in its Wake Island. She places the tongue upon her desk, reaching for perfume and earbuds. She unscrews the phial, and soaks the head in the sweet smelling liquid. As she wipes the bud across her cuts, the alcoholic drink therein seeping into the tonic wounds, her breathing becomes excavate and laboured. Again she reaches for her tongue, removes her shirts, leaving her subdivision coldness and bare. With the knife in her left hired hand, she raises the blade to her right articulatio humeri, and then begins carving paring of her own flesh off, devouring them like a starvation orphan would a five course meal, as her Night becomes an investigation in fleshly masochism.
Alexis stifles a screech as shampoo filled water shower down her spine, soaking into her knife marks and hashish."cunt,"she curses under her breath. She turns off the shower and dresses for school, then brews her morning coffee."Mum ?"Alexis call, bringing the milk up the stairs with her."Yes Lexi ?"Lindsey replies groggily, rising from the couch."coffee bean ?"
"You have to ask ?"
"I'm on it."
That afternoon, Olivia was in a mind state that could be only described as fickle. She could finally tell Alexis how she felt, but a million doubts plagued her mind. What if she doesn't feel the like ? 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 cull her own internal negotiation."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 head passion on. This continues well on until Alexis arrives, and ceases upon said arrival.
Alexis pauses at the door, her fist an inch from knocking. ‘ Are we sure we should tell her ?'one of the three other 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 retort."In that sheath,"Alexis starts out cheap,"Fuck it, at least this way we have a modicum of control condition over the site"
As Alexis walks into Olivia's room, the two girls have the same intellection, ‘ Do I just separate her ? No, not yet.'“ Hey Liv,"Alexis begins."Hey… do you want a cup of chocolate or something ?"Olivia questions, rising off her bed.
"Yes please. Coffee is friend."
"How do you have yours ?"Olivia asks, catching a more than well-disposed glance over Alexis. ‘ Oi, if you want that, you have to ask'an annoying function of her brain chirped as she exits the broad room."replicate forte, one sugar"Alexis replies, her mind playing her everything she wants Olivia to do to her, much to the dismay of a few of the women in her headway. The missy finish their potable, and Olivia's oculus pic to the inebriant cabinet."You know,"she begins suggestively,"My dad probably wouldn't notice a few missing bottle, and he's on deep shift today."Olivia nods towards the console. ‘ Getting her drunk probably won't help the site'that same annoying section of her psyche reminds her."You're sure your father won't notice ?"Alexis asks, staring at the cabinet like a jump spider stalking prey."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 booze is in my house is effectively logged and tagged. There'd be no way for me to pinch even a sip at my house."Alexis states as she rinses her cup out."Hey,"she questions,"how acute do you think these knives are,"as she points to the tongue block.
"Umm…"Olivia begins, unlocking the alcohol console,"I sharpened them last week, so very"Again, Alexis's judgment child's play back lewd and depraved conniption while she watches Olivia unlock the cabinet, her face as red as her hair.
"I didn't know you liked knives Lex"Olivia input, brushing away her ignominious hair as she places a full bottle of tequila on the tabular array."So… why does your dad have so much alcohol if he hardly drinks ?"Alexis asks, placing two wine flutes on the board."Well,"Olivia begins, unscrewing the bottle and pouring out two half glasses,"he won first treasure for this study fundraiser thing, and some of it's from my aunt, mostly because she leaves talent until the last min. So the only matter he's actually bought himself there is a bottle of red wine"
"Ugh. wine-colored is disgusting"Alexis says, then presses the vino flute glass to her mouth, and Olivia follows suit. As the tequila slides down both of the young lady'throats, both cough from the burning sensation.
30 min later, Olivia is grabbing a bottleful of rum and a bottle of Scotch malt whisky, and is fumbling with the cabinet lock chamber. suction stop. Olivia and Alexis head to Olivia's way."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 interchange that. Let's dramatic play Truth or dare."
"Umm… sure. I'll start,"Alexis slurs"truth or daring ?"
"accuracy,"Olivia replies with the pep pill of a whip.
"Are you a virgin ?"
"Yes. I haven't found anyone I'd do that for yet. Ok, true statement or dare ?"
"Hmm… Dare"
"… Take … Off… your blouse"Olivia orders, emphasising each word.
"…Umm… Ok ?"Alexis squeak, 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 1000 of cuts and scars over her pale human body."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 pinafore, revealing munition covered in interlocking cicatrix."Just sit down"she rises, placing her hands on Alexis's red raw articulatio humeri."Hiiiifff"Alexis hisses as Olivia's sweaty palms rest upon the morning's wounds. Olivia quickly jerks her work force upwards."Sorry ! Are you ok ?"she blurts."You have no idea how many times I've sentiment of you doing something like that to me"she whispers into Olivia's ear, pulling her booster hands back upon her berm, embracing the nuisance."Why do you conceive 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 clamor of moan when she begins grinding her dentition against the tender flesh. Despite her estimable feat however, Alexis doesn't tie blood. She spins Olivia around, throwing her into the bed and leaning over her"where do you keep your blade ?"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 drawers on the former side of the elbow room."When I'm back, you better have yours up"Alexis rustle, and leaves for the knife. Olivia lays on her back, unclasping her bra. Alexis returns, a thin, directly blade in her hands."I thought I told you to lay back up."She orders. Olivia grabs Alexis by the shoulders, digging her quarter round into the slash, pulling her headway to her tit."Drink up."Olivia whisper to a moaning and squirming Alexis,"Go on, conk me the knife,"she demands passively, rolling Alexis onto her back, Olivia on top of her."My room, my rules,"she social club, running the knife along Alexis's intimate calf, drawing a river of ancestry from the sick flesh. Alexis begins breathing heavily. A repellant smile gambol across Olivia's brass 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 higher up Alexis's leg, until it hits her dame."Y-ye-yes,"Alexis stammers, fighting through painful sensation and lust.
Olivia held Alexis's weapons system above her headspring, pushing the cleaning woman against the wall, kissing her passionately. Olivia began slowly, excruciatingly dragging the knife down Alexis's dead body, carving sigils into her white meat. The two girls stare into each other's eye, and Olivia blush, then digs the tongue into Alexis's stomach and tress. Alexis's breathing become heavy and fast as lust takes control. She moans as Olivia shoves her back against the wall, whispering"You've been a bad girl. It's clock time you were punished."Olivia's hand sacking Alexis's arms, and finds the redhead's neck."Yes fancy woman,"Alexis screams as Olivia rakes her nails down her cuts, digging tearing while she laps at the blood like cervid at a pond, knife on the floor in nominal head of her. Olivia drags Alexis by the neck, knife in paw, and throws her to the ground in front end of the door. She climbs on to Alexis, and begins driving the brand deeper into Alexis's collar-bone region, and stops an inch from the hilt, the blade protruding above Alexis's breast."Oh God 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 nail bone. Momentarily, Alexis carves a marker of ownership into Olivia's thigh, about ten centimetre from her vagina, a concoct Fleur-de-lis. She begins lapping up the origin, biting at the wound like a rabid animal. Olivia pulls Alexis away from the wound, much to the redhead's consternation, and susurration"Why don't you try something a lilliputian sweeter,"placing her helping hand under Alexis's Kuki-Chin, bringing her in closer."My safe word is blueberry,"Olivia rustling, bending to reach Alexis's ear as she stares at Olivia's clean knock off puss.
Olivia's leg were on Alexis's berm as sexual climax hit her corresponding tonne of bricks, and she let unloose a athirst groan 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 knife as Alexis removes her head from between Olivia's legs, 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 tongue, her hand holding the blade, and whispers demandingly,"the lonesome sounds I want out of you are moans and the language ‘ yes Mistress ’. Understood ?"
"Yes Mistress"Alexis whimper as Olivia drags the hilt of the knife up her leg, leaving a lead of Olivia's blood along the way. Soon, Olivia begins slamming the hilt into Alexis, carving a cryptic slash in her own palm."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 grooves left from earlier."A-aa-again"Alexis pleads breathlessly.
"Well, aren't we greedy ? Maybe if you beg, I might think about it,"Olivia United States Department of State, a cruel grinning playing across her lips.
"Pleeeeaaassssee ?"Alexis whine, the rag sticking to her rachis.
"Please what ?"Olivia asks, placing down the knife and licking her bloody palm.
"Please get it on me"
"Please fuck me, what ?"Olivia whispers, walking her fingers up Alexis's scarred stomach.
"Please do it 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 ?"
"fountainhead, since you asked so nicely,"Olivia rustle, stealing a osculation, then cups her 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, boldness blissful, a dispatch contrast to the blade in her remaining hand. Alexis lays there, surrounded by a pocket billiards of blood and a few empty-bellied bottles. She lays there, waiting for Olivia to rise, not wanting the second to end."Light bad"Olivia murmuring, turning her grimace into Alexis's stomach. As Olivia snuggles in closer, Alexis study the scar lacing the girl's back. After semi-careful report, Alexis gazes around the room, and notices the blood dirt 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."Well,"Alexis manages to dim,"I'd say the scars on our dorsum are a pretty sure sign, Mistress."Olivia scans the room, her mind still a deep red daze."Did ... You did work spare wearing apparel right ?"she yawns, the fugue slowly relinquishing under the weight of the morning light and the discernment of rip and mucous secretion."Yeah. Mum seemed like she wanted me out of the house for the night,"Alexis spot, rising and licking the rakehell off of her organic structure."How do we savour together ?"Olivia probe, helping Alexis out of the kitty of origin.
"Why don't you taste for yourself ?"Alexis leans Olivia into her bosom, as a whack on the door interrupts them.
"Olivia ? You up ?"A man's voice calls from the other position of the door.
"Uhh… don't come in, I'm getting dressed !"Olivia yells, thoroughly startled."Get in the press,"she whispers to Alexis, throwing a black cover over the pool of blood."You can make out in now,"Olivia shouts, dressed in mordant blue jean and shadow blue angel long sleeved under shirt. From cabinet'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 teacher at her shoulder joint height."morning time pa"
"You sure you don't have anything… less barbarian to wear ?"Olivia's Father-God, David asks, his hand reaching for the closet door, covering the Key-hole in the process. ‘ Well, we're boned'all three voices in Alexis's straits state unanimously.
"Alexis ?"David land, 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 laugh, still nude.
"What ?"Saint David questions, putting Olivia down."Wait, I don't think I want to know. I'll go make breakfast, you two make your self look decent."
To Be Continued… Maybe