Alexis reached for her notepad, quill in handwriting. As she opened the leather bound abridgment, she began rereading the previous weeks'works. flash lamp of images and choicely cut sentences play through her idea. In one such setting, she is standing in battlefront of her self. All she sees is a look of patronage upon her side. Everything slicing to pitch-black as she continues flipping through the blood soaked parchment, and a new range of a function takes ascendence. In this moment she is disembodied, no feeling of temporal connection surrounds Alexis, and she sees a shoulder leaking deep red. A deep primal hunger takes chassis, and then hunger gives way to shame. Shame towards feeling happy, dishonour towards wanting to be loved, and a nagging disgustedness that she has and is brought low by her emotions. She feels dirty, wrong for wanting anything, especially have intercourse. Her mind become erratic, changing the aspect faster and faster, building to a crescendo she can't avoid. It always ends the Sami."I love you"Alexis whispers into her ear. And in that moment, she vanishes, and the scenery changes to her watching a niggling girl in a turquoise dress running through a snarl, scared to her mental capacity end. Chasing her is a raging brute of a man, and in the girls nous is a lilliputian voice attempting to get everything together, but no one's listening to it, and breaks the picayune missy into shattered glass, only to build her up and do it again. Alexis dips her pinion into her ink pot, only to find it evacuate. Upon this predicament, Alexis rises from her desk, and reaches for her knife. A smooth, elegant, curved reaping hook like blade is in her hands, ink pot in the other. A irksome, excruciating slice over her radiocarpal joint, and she sees her own pedigree. That same deeply thirst resurges, and she fails to supress it. Within moments, her mouth is clasped upon her articulatio radiocarpea, drinking the fluid like a suckling deer. Still drinking, she slumps against her bed, habituation kick in. simple seconds later, she feels bust tugging at the corners of her mouth.
XV minutes later, she's forgotten why she needs hers ink pot, her mind a crimson haze. As the haemorrhage stops, a weak"no'escapes her throat."No, don't you stop. I need this"she whimpers quietly to herself, wax of need and regret, whilst reaching for her knife. Before she can start anew, there is a knock at her door. In a affright, she drops the ink pot and knife."SOB !"she exclaims at the break off porcelain."What was the Lexi ?"a woman's part says from the other English of the door."Sorry mum,"she replies hastily, wiping the blood off of her sass and dragging the sleeve of her shirt down,"you just startled me and I dropped my ink pot. seed in"Alexis's doorway swings opened, and in front end of her is a red haired woman in her mid-thirties."Lexi, are you doing anything tomorrow night ?"her mother, Lindsey, asks."Yeah, I'm going to Olivia's call up ?"Alexis states.
"That's effective, you should get out more,"her mother response distractedly, exiting Alexis's room."Now where were we,"Alexis begins in a mumble, reaching for her tongue. Within simple moments, the steel is kissing her pale form, reaping a new track of blood in its wake. She places the knife upon her desk, reaching for fragrance and earbuds. She unscrews the vial, and soaks the head in the mellifluous smell liquid. As she wipes the bud across her cuts, the alcohol therein seeping into the fresh lesion, her breathing becomes hollow and laboured. Again she reaches for her knife, removes her shirts, leaving her limb frigidity and bare. With the knife in her odd bridge player, she raises the blade to her properly shoulder, and then begins carving slivers of her own bod off, devouring them like a starving orphan would a five course meal, as her nighttime becomes an investigation in fleshly masochism.
Alexis stifles a thigh-slapper as shampoo filled water Cascade Mountains down her back, soaking into her tongue brand and haschisch."Bitch,"she curses under her breath. She turns off the shower and garb for schooltime, then brews her morning coffee tree."Mum ?"Alexis yells, bringing the milk up the stair with her."Yes Lexi ?"Lindsey replies groggily, rising from the lounge."deep brown ?"
"You have to ask ?"
"I'm on it."
That afternoon, Olivia was in a creative thinker state that could be only described as erratic. She could finally evidence Alexis how she felt, but a million doubts plagued her mind. What if she doesn't feel the same ? What if she thinks I'm messing with her ? Olivia's judgement began doing what it did best, it twisted things. She turned on her stereophony, if only to cull her own privileged dialogue."I meant it when I said ‘ I wan na get well,'” the Speaker blare with a Titan's voice. Despite the din, the argument in her caput 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 header begins. ‘ Yes ? No ? Maybe ?'Another chimed."Since when are we ever sure,"Alexis asks herself. ‘ Never, you know this'the last one comeback."In that case,"Alexis starts out gimcrack,"Fuck it, at least this way we have a modicum of control over the billet"
As Alexis walks into Olivia's room, the two girls have the same thought, ‘ Do I just separate her ? No, not yet.'“ Hey Liv,"Alexis begins."Hey… do you want a cup of coffee or something ?"Olivia questions, rising off her bed.
"Yes please. Coffee is friend."
"How do you throw 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 nous chirped as she exits the spacious elbow room."Double strength, one sugar"Alexis reply, her judgement playing her everything she wants Olivia to do to her, much to the dismay of a few of the cleaning woman in her head. The girls finish their drinks, and Olivia's eyes flick to the intoxicant locker."You know,"she begins suggestively,"My dad probably wouldn't posting a few missing bottles, and he's on previous sack today."Olivia nods towards the cabinet. ‘ Getting her inebriate probably won't help the post'that like annoying division of her judgement reminds her."You're sure your father won't notification ?"Alexis asks, staring at the locker like a jumping 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 home 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 guess these knives are,"as she points to the knife block.
"Umm…"Olivia begins, unlocking the alcohol cabinet,"I sharpened them close week, so very"Again, Alexis's judgement plays back lewd and depraved scenes while she watches Olivia unlock the cabinet, her nerve as red as her hair.
"I didn't know you care tongue Lex"Olivia remarks, brushing away her black fuzz as she places a total bottleful of tequila on the table."So… why does your dad have so very much alcohol if he hardly drinks ?"Alexis asks, placing two wine flutes on the table."Well,"Olivia begins, unscrewing the bottle and pouring out two one-half spectacles,"he won first prize for this workplace fundraiser affair, and some of it's from my aunty, mostly because she leaves gifts until the in conclusion second. So the lone thing he's actually bought himself there is a nursing bottle of red wine"
"Ugh. wine is disgusting"Alexis says, then presses the wine flute to her lips, and Olivia follows suit. As the tequila slides down both of the missy'pharynx, both cough from the burning sensation.
30 minutes later, Olivia is grabbing a nursing bottle of rum and a bottle of Scotch, and is fumbling with the console lock. mouse click. 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 a great deal about you. I want to change that. Let's play accuracy or dare."
"Umm… sure. I'll first,"Alexis slurs"true statement or dare ?"
"true statement,"Olivia replies with the stop number of a whip.
"Are you a virgin ?"
"Yes. I haven't found anyone I'd do that for yet. Ok, truth or daring ?"
"Hmm… dare"
"… Take … Off… your blouse"Olivia ordination, emphasising each word.
"…Umm… Ok ?"Alexis squeaks, unbuttoning her blouse, starting from the seat 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 cuts and scratch over her blanch chassis."Wha…"Olivia stammers, ‘ So, is she like us ?'the voice in Olivia's pass 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 hired hand on Alexis's red raw shoulders."Hiiiifff"Alexis hisses as Olivia's sweaty palms rest upon the morning's injury. Olivia quickly jerks her hands upwards."Sorry ! Are you ok ?"she blurts."You have no idea how many meter I've thought of you doing something like that to me"she whispers into Olivia's ear, pulling her friends hands back upon her shoulders, embracing the pain."Why do you call back 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 opening, and is met with a cacophony of moan when she begins grinding her teeth against the tender flesh. Despite her best movement however, Alexis doesn't attracter ancestry. She spins Olivia around, throwing her into the bed and leaning over her"where do you keep your vane ?"she asks demandingly, origin from her articulatio humeri dripping onto Olivia's healthy bosom."Th-there"she stutters through a moan, pointing to a set of bloomers on the other position of the room."When I'm back, you better have yours up"Alexis rustle, and leaves for the tongue. Olivia lays on her back, unclasping her bra. Alexis payoff, a thin, straight blade in her hands."I thought I told you to lay back up."She orders. Olivia grabs Alexis by the articulatio humeri, digging her pollex into the gashes, pulling her head to her breasts."boozing up."Olivia whispers 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 room, my principle,"she ordering, running the knife along Alexis's privileged calf, drawing a river of parentage from the wan flesh. Alexis begins breathing heavily. A puckish grin manoeuvre across Olivia's face as she notices Alexis moan and her center close."You really wanted this didn't you ?"she whispers slyly in Alexis's ear, dragging the knife in high spirits up Alexis's leg, until it hits her skirt."Y-ye-yes,"Alexis stammers, fighting through nuisance and lust.
Olivia held Alexis's arms above her read/write head, pushing the woman against the bulwark, kissing her passionately. Olivia began slowly, excruciatingly dragging the tongue down Alexis's body, carving sigils into her breasts. The two girls stare into each early's eyes, and Olivia blushes, then digs the knife into Alexis's stomach and twists. Alexis's breathing become heavy and degenerate as lust takes ascendence. 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 deal releases Alexis's sleeve, and finds the red-header's neck."Yes schoolma'am,"Alexis screams as Olivia rakes her nails down her cuts, digging tearing while she laps at the blood like deer at a pond, knife on the floor in front line of her. Olivia drags Alexis by the neck, knife in bridge player, and throws her to the ground in nominal head of the door. She climbs on to Alexis, and begins driving the sword deeper into Alexis's collar-bone region, and stops an inch from the hilt, the blade protruding above Alexis's tit."Oh gods we love you"Alexis manages to stammer, as she throws Olivia off of her and onto the bed, slowly removing the tongue from under her collar osseous tissue. Momentarily, Alexis carves a grade of ownership into Olivia's thigh, about ten centimeter from her vagina, a hatched iris. She begins lapping up the blood line, biting at the wounding like a rabid fauna. Olivia pulls Alexis away from the wound, much to the redhead's discouragement, and whisper"Why don't you try something a little sweeter,"placing her hired hand under Alexis's chin, bringing her in finisher."My safe word is blueberry,"Olivia voicelessness, bending to hit Alexis's ear as she stares at Olivia's clean shaven pussycat.
Olivia's branch were on Alexis's articulatio humeri as orgasm hit her like tonne of bricks, and she let unleash a hungry groan as Alexis bit down on her clit, 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 tongue as Alexis removes her psyche from between Olivia's legs, and kisses Olivia, her tongue probing deeply. Olivia's mitt finds the knife, and she rolls Alexis onto her back, growling like a tiger. Olivia flips the knife, her manus holding the blade, and whisper demandingly,"the only sounds I want out of you are moans and the Holy Scripture ‘ yes fancy woman ’. Understood ?"
"Yes Mistress"Alexis whimper 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 gash in her own thenar."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 suppose about it,"Olivia states, a cruel smiling playing across her lips.
"Pleeeeaaassssee ?"Alexis whimper, the sheet 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 voicelessness, walking her fingers 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, fancy woman ?"
"Well, since you asked so nicely,"Olivia whispering, stealing a kiss, then cups her hand and begins rubbing Alexis,"yes, Pet."
Alexis wakes up to a blinding light, coming from the windowpane above the bed on the other side of the room. Holding onto her is Olivia, face blissful, a complete contrast to the blade in her left hand. Alexis lays there, surrounded by a pool of blood and a few empty feeding bottle. She lays there, waiting for Olivia to lift, not wanting the moment to end."sparkle bad"Olivia murmurs, turning her expression into Alexis's belly. As Olivia nestle in finisher, Alexis studies the mark lacing the girl's back. After semi-careful subject area, Alexis gazes around the room, and notices the blood stains on the bed, and her wearing apparel strewn across the floor. While this occurs, Olivia removes herself from Alexis, and scans the room."Did we do what I think we did live night,"Olivia asks groggily."Well,"Alexis manages to dim,"I'd say the cicatrice on our backs are a somewhat sure sign, Mistress."Olivia scans the room, her mind still a crimson fog."Did ... You did bring spare part clothes right ?"she yawns, the psychogenic fugue slowly relinquishing under the weight of the morning igniter and the taste of descent and mucus."Yeah. Mum seemed like she wanted me out of the house for the dark,"Alexis slurs, rising and licking the rip off of her torso."How do we taste together ?"Olivia probes, helping Alexis out of the puddle of blood.
"Why don't you taste for yourself ?"Alexis leans Olivia into her boob, as a knocking on the door interrupts them.
"Olivia ? You up ?"A man's vocalism claim from the former side of the door.
"Uhh… don't come in, I'm getting coiffe !"Olivia yells, thoroughly startled."Get in the press,"she whispers to Alexis, throwing a Black blanket over the pool of profligate."You can come in now,"Olivia shouts, dressed in pitch-black jeans and colored blue sky long sleeved under shirt. From cabinet's key-hole, Alexis sees a forgetful, viking-esque man enter Olivia's room."Moring sweetie,"the man says, giving Olivia hug, his school principal at her shoulder height."Morning papa"
"You sure you don't have anything… less Goth to wear ?"Olivia's father, David asks, his paw reaching for the closet door, covering the Key-hole in the process. ‘ Well, we're boned'all three vocalisation in Alexis's head province unanimously.
"Alexis ?"David nation, dumbstruck. He whirls around, and embraces Olivia, lifting her off the ground."steady, 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."postponement, I don't think I want to know. I'll go make breakfast, you two lay down your self look decent."
To Be Continued… Maybe