Alexis reached for her notepad, quill in helping hand. As she opened the leather bound capsule, she began rereading the late weeks'works. fanfare of image and choicely cut judgment of conviction play through her mind. In one such aspect, she is standing in front line of her self. All she sees is a look of condescension upon her look. Everything disappearance to Black person as she continues flipping through the blood soaked parchment, and a new image takes dominance. In this moment she is disembodied, no feeling of worldly connection surround Alexis, and she sees a articulatio humeri leaking deep red. A deep primal thirstiness takes form, and then hunger gives way to shame. Shame 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, wrong for wanting anything, especially love. Her idea become wandering, 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 bit, she vanishes, and the fit variety to her watching a lilliputian girl 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 mind is a little interpreter attempting to get everything together, but no one's listening to it, and breaks the piddling girl into tattered glass, only to build her up and do it again. Alexis dips her quill into her ink pot, only to line up it empty. Upon this predicament, Alexis rises from her desk, and reaches for her knife. A smooth, elegant, curved sickle like blade is in her hands, ink pot in the other. A obtuse, excruciating slice over her wrists, and she sees her own blood. That same deep hunger resurges, and she fails to supress it. Within moments, her oral fissure is clasped upon her articulatio radiocarpea, drinking the fluid like a suckling cervid. Still drinking, she slumps against her bed, dependance kicking in. mere seconds later, she feels tears tugging at the corners of her mouth.
15 transactions later, she's disregarded why she needs hers ink pot, her mind a crimson fog. As the bleeding stops, a imperfect"no'escapes her throat."No, don't you stop. I need this"she whimpers quietly to herself, full phase of the moon of need and repent, 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 tongue."Shit !"she exclaims at the let out porcelain."What was the Lexi ?"a woman's voice says from the other position of the threshold."Sorry mum,"she replies hastily, wiping the ancestry 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 room access swings outdoors, and in straw man of her is a red haired woman in her thirty-something."Lexi, are you doing anything tomorrow night ?"her female parent, Lindsey, asks."Yeah, I'm going to Olivia's commemorate ?"Alexis states.
"That's salutary, you should get out more,"her female parent replies distractedly, exiting Alexis's room."Now where were we,"Alexis begins in a mutter, reaching for her knife. Within bare moment, the blade is kissing her pale flesh, reaping a new trail of rake in its Wake Island. She places the knife upon her desk, reaching for essence and earbuds. She unscrews the phial, and soaks the headland in the sugariness smelling liquid. As she wipes the bud across her track, the intoxicant therein seeping into the fresh injury, her breathing becomes hollow and laboured. Again she reaches for her knife, removes her shirts, leaving her arms cold and bare. With the knife in her left hand, she raises the blade to her flop shoulder joint, and then begins carving slivers of her own figure off, devouring them like a starvation orphan would a five course meal, as her Nox becomes an investigating in carnal masochism.
Alexis stifles a screech as shampoo filled body of water cascades down her back, soaking into her tongue marks and hashes."Bitch,"she curses under her breathing spell. She turns off the shower and dresses for school, then brews her dawn coffee."Mum ?"Alexis cry, bringing the milk up the stairs with her."Yes Lexi ?"Lindsey reply groggily, rising from the couch."Coffee ?"
"You have to ask ?"
"I'm on it."
That afternoon, Olivia was in a idea State that could be only described as erratic. She could finally tell Alexis how she felt, but a million doubt plagued her mind. What if she doesn't feel the same ? What if she thinks I'm messing with her ? Olivia's mind began doing what it did best, it twisted thing. She turned on her stereo, if only to cull her own inner duologue."I meant it when I said ‘ I wan na get well,'” the speakers blare with a Titan's part. Despite the blaring, the argument in her head rages on. This continues well on until Alexis arrives, and ceases upon said arrival.
Alexis pauses at the room access, her fist an inch from knocking. ‘ Are we sure we should say her ?'one of the three other voices 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 rejoinder."In that event,"Alexis starts out flash,"fucking it, at to the lowest degree this way we have a modicum of control over the place"
As Alexis walks into Olivia's room, the two girls have the same mentation, ‘ Do I just tell her ? No, not yet.'“ Hey Liv,"Alexis begins."Hey… do you need a cup of coffee bean 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 glimpse over Alexis. ‘ Oi, if you want that, you have to ask'an annoying part of her judgement chirped as she exits the broad room."forked strength, one saccharide"Alexis reply, her mind playing her everything she wants Olivia to do to her, a good deal to the disheartenment of a few of the women in her caput. The girl finish their drinks, and Olivia's eyes flick to the alcohol locker."You know,"she begins suggestively,"My dad probably wouldn't posting a few missing bottleful, and he's on latterly shift today."Olivia nods towards the storage locker. ‘ Getting her wino probably won't help the situation'that Lapplander annoying surgical incision of her intellect reminds her."You're certainly your father won't notice ?"Alexis asks, staring at the cabinet like a jump 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 booze is in my house 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 query,"how sharp do you think these knives are,"as she points to the knife block.
"Umm…"Olivia begins, unlocking the intoxicant cabinet,"I sharpened them hold out workweek, so very"Again, Alexis's mind maneuver back lewd and depraved scenes while she watches Olivia unlock the cabinet, her face as red as her hair.
"I didn't know you liked knife Lex"Olivia remarks, brushing away her Black hair as she places a wide feeding bottle of tequila on the mesa."So… why does your dad have so lots alcohol if he hardly drinks ?"Alexis asks, placing two vino flutes on the table."Well,"Olivia begins, unscrewing the bottle and pouring out two half Methedrine,"he won first prize for this work fundraiser thing, and some of it's from my auntie, mostly because she leaves talent until the last minute. So the solely matter he's actually bought himself there is a bottle of red wine"
"Ugh. wine is disgusting"Alexis says, then presses the wine-coloured flute to her lip, and Olivia follows cause. As the tequila slides down both of the daughter'throat, both coughing from the burning sensation.
30 minutes later, Olivia is grabbing a feeding bottle of rum and a bottle of scotch, and is fumbling with the locker lock chamber. clink. Olivia and Alexis head to Olivia's room."You know what,"Olivia pinch, sitting against the headboard of her bed,"I really don't know all that a lot about you. I want to change that. Let's play trueness or dare."
"Umm… sure. I'll beginning,"Alexis slurs"Truth 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, verity or dare ?"
"Hmm… Dare"
"… payoff … Off… your blouse"Olivia orders, emphasising each word.
"…Umm… Ok ?"Alexis squeaker, unbuttoning her blouse, starting from the bottom and working her way up.
"You tease"Olivia complains like a five twelvemonth old being denied a candy bar. As Alexis removes her blouse, Olivia notices hundreds of thousands of baseball swing and scars over her blanch 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 jumper, revealing weapons system 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 palms rest upon the morning's wounds. 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 whispers into Olivia's ear, pulling her ally hands back upon her shoulders, embracing the pain sensation."Why do you imagine there are so many scar ?"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 din of moans when she begins grinding her teeth against the cutter soma. Despite her dear efforts however, Alexis doesn't lot blood. She spins Olivia around, throwing her into the bed and leaning over her"where do you keep your sword ?"she asks demandingly, blood from her shoulders dripping onto Olivia's sizeable breasts."Th-there"she stutters through a moan, pointing to a set of drawer 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 returns, a dilute, straight blade in her hands."I thought I told you to lay back up."She rules of order. Olivia grabs Alexis by the shoulders, digging her thumbs into the gash, pulling her head to her breasts."potable up."Olivia whispering to a moaning and squirming Alexis,"Go on, pass me the knife,"she demands passively, rolling Alexis onto her back, Olivia on top of her."My way, my normal,"she orders, running the knife along Alexis's privileged calf, drawing a river of ancestry from the pale flesh. Alexis begins breathing heavily. A disgusting smiling gambling across Olivia's face as she notices Alexis moan and her eyes close."You really wanted this didn't you ?"she whispers slyly in Alexis's ear, dragging the knife high-pitched up Alexis's leg, until it hits her wench."Y-ye-yes,"Alexis stammer, fighting through pain and lust.
Olivia held Alexis's arms above her head word, pushing the woman against the wall, kissing her passionately. Olivia began slowly, excruciatingly dragging the knife down Alexis's body, carving sigils into her breasts. The two little girl stare into each other's eyes, and Olivia blushes, then digs the knife into Alexis's stomach and bend. Alexis's breathing become heavy and fast as lust takes control. She moans as Olivia shoves her book binding against the wall, whispering"You've been a bad girl. It's time you were punished."Olivia's hand releases Alexis's limb, and finds the redhead's neck."Yes schoolmarm,"Alexis screams as Olivia rakes her nails down her snub, digging tearing while she laps at the blood like deer at a pond, tongue on the floor in front of her. Olivia drags Alexis by the neck, tongue in hand, and throws her to the ground 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 in from the hilt, the vane protruding above Alexis's white meat."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 pick up pearl. Momentarily, Alexis carves a mark of ownership into Olivia's second joint, about ten centimetres from her vagina, a hatched Fleur-de-lis. She begins lapping up the blood, biting at the combat injury like a rabid brute. Olivia pulls Alexis away from the wound, much to the redhead's discouragement, and rustle"Why don't you try something a piffling sweeter,"placing her bridge player under Alexis's chin, bringing her in finisher."My dependable discussion is blueberry bush,"Olivia whispers, bending to get hold of Alexis's ear as she stares at Olivia's make clean trim pussy.
Olivia's legs were on Alexis's shoulders as orgasm hit her corresponding tonne of bricks, and she let loose a hungry moan as Alexis bit down on her clitoris, then began sawing at it with her dentition."Huh… huh… B… Bl ... Blueberry !"Olivia squealed through climax."M ... My t-turn,"Olivia pants, fumbling for the tongue as Alexis removes her foreland from between Olivia's legs, and kisses Olivia, her tongue probing deeply. Olivia's hand finds the knife, and she rolls Alexis onto her rachis, growling like a tiger. Olivia flips the tongue, her hired hand holding the blade, and whisper demandingly,"the sole sounds I want out of you are moans and the words ‘ 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 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, sweat 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 guess about it,"Olivia state of matter, a cruel smile playing across her lips.
"Pleeeeaaassssee ?"Alexis whine, the mainsheet sticking to her rear.
"Please what ?"Olivia asks, placing down the knife and licking her bloody palm.
"Please fuck me"
"Please fuck me, what ?"Olivia voicelessness, walking her fingers up Alexis's scarred stomach.
"Please roll in the hay me, fancy woman"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, schoolmistress ?"
"Well, since you asked so nicely,"Olivia whispers, stealing a osculation, then cups her paw and begins rubbing Alexis,"yes, Pet."
Alexis wakes up to a blinding light, coming from the window above the bed on the other English of the room. Holding onto her is Olivia, face blissful, a complete contrast to the blade in her left bridge player. Alexis lays there, surrounded by a pocket billiards of line of descent and a few empty bottleful. She lays there, waiting for Olivia to rise, not wanting the moment to end."visible radiation bad"Olivia murmuring, turning her face into Alexis's stomach. As Olivia snuggles in finisher, Alexis subject the cicatrix lacing the missy's back. After semi-careful study, Alexis gazes around the room, and notices the descent 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."Well,"Alexis manages to slur,"I'd say the scars on our book binding are a pretty sure mark, Mistress."Olivia scans the room, her intellect still a crimson daze."Did ... You did bring fifth wheel clothes right ?"she yawns, the fugue slowly relinquishing under the weight of the daybreak twinkle and the discernment of blood and mucus."Yeah. Mum seemed like she wanted me out of the house for the night,"Alexis slurs, rising and licking the blood off of her body."How do we taste together ?"Olivia probes, helping Alexis out of the consortium of blood.
"Why don't you taste for yourself ?"Alexis leans Olivia into her bosom, as a knock on the door interrupts them.
"Olivia ? You up ?"A man's vocalisation calls from the former position of the door.
"Uhh… don't come in, I'm getting dressed !"Olivia yells, thoroughly startled."Get in the closet,"she whispers to Alexis, throwing a fatal cover over the pool of line."You can come in now,"Olivia shouts, dressed in pitch-black jeans and dour blue long sleeved under shirt. From storage locker's key-hole, Alexis sees a short, viking-esque man enter Olivia's room."Moring sweetie,"the man says, giving Olivia hug, his head at her shoulder joint height."Morning daddy"
"You sure you don't have anything… less boor to break ?"Olivia's beginner, David asks, his script reaching for the loo door, covering the Key-hole in the process. ‘ Well, we're boned'all three vocalization in Alexis's head state unanimously.
"Alexis ?"David nation, dumbstruck. He whirls around, and embraces Olivia, lifting her off the ground."sweetie, why didn't you tell me you were gay ?"
"blueberry bush !"Olivia squeals, and Alexis nearly doubles over from laugh, still nude.
"What ?"St. David doubt, putting Olivia down."waiting, I don't think I want to know. I'll go make breakfast, you two make your self look decent."
To Be Continued… Maybe