Alexis reached for her notepad, quill pen in handwriting. As she opened the leather bound abridgement, she began rereading the late hebdomad'works. flare of picture and choicely cut sentences play through her mind. In one such scene, she is standing in straw man of her ego. All she sees is a smell of disdain upon her face. Everything disappearance to black as she continues flipping through the rip soaked sheepskin, and a new paradigm takes dominance. In this bit she is disembodied, no tactual sensation of worldly connectedness surroundings Alexis, and she sees a shoulder leaking crimson. A thick primal hungriness takes form, and then hunger gives way to disgrace. shame towards feeling happy, dishonor towards wanting to be loved, and a nagging disgustedness that she has and is brought low by her emotions. She feels dirty, incorrectly 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 same."I love you"Alexis rustle into her ear. And in that mo, she vanishes, and the scene change to her watching a little girl in a greenish blue dress running through a labyrinth, scared to her learning ability end. Chasing her is a raging brute of a man, and in the girls brain is a little voice attempting to get everything together, but no one's listening to it, and breaks the little young woman into shattered field glass, only to build her up and do it again. Alexis dips her quill into her ink pot, only to chance it empty. Upon this predicament, Alexis rises from her desk, and reaches for her knife. A smooth, elegant, curved reaping hook like blade is in her handwriting, ink pot in the other. A slacken, excruciating cut over her wrist joint, and she sees her own rip. That Same deep thirstiness resurges, and she fails to supress it. Within bit, her mouth is clasped upon her wrist, drinking the fluid like a suckling deer. Still drinking, she slumps against her bed, addiction kicking in. mere seconds later, she feels bout tugging at the corners of her mouth.
Fifteen minute of arc later, she's forgotten why she needs hers ink pot, her mind a deep red haze. As the haemorrhage stops, a weak"no'escapes her throat."No, don't you stop. I need this"she whimpers quietly to herself, wide of need and rue, whilst reaching for her knife. Before she can start out anew, there is a knock at her door. In a panic, she drops the ink pot and knife."diddly-shit !"she exclaims at the broken porcelain."What was the Lexi ?"a adult female's voice says from the other side of the threshold."Sorry mum,"she replies hastily, wiping the stemma off of her mouth and dragging the sleeve of her shirt down,"you just startled me and I dropped my ink pot. cum in"Alexis's threshold swings undecided, and in front of her is a red haired char in her thirties."Lexi, are you doing anything tomorrow dark ?"her female parent, Lindsey, asks."Yeah, I'm going to Olivia's remember ?"Alexis states.
"That's good, you should get out more,"her mother answer distractedly, exiting Alexis's room."Now where were we,"Alexis begins in a mumble, reaching for her knife. Within mere moments, the leaf blade is kissing her picket frame, reaping a new trail of blood in its wake. She places the tongue upon her desk, reaching for perfume and earbuds. She unscrews the ampul, and soaks the head in the sweet smelling liquid. As she wipes the bud across her cuts, the alcohol therein seeping into the fresh wounds, her breathing becomes excavate 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 right shoulder, and then begins carving paring of her own flesh off, devouring them like a starvation orphan would a five course meal, as her nighttime becomes an investigation in fleshly masochism.
Alexis stifles a howler as shampoo filled pee Cascade Mountains down her back, soaking into her knife marks and hashish."Bitch,"she curses under her intimation. She turns off the rain shower and dresses for school, then brews her morning coffee."Mum ?"Alexis call, bringing the milk up the stairs with her."Yes Lexi ?"Lindsey answer groggily, rising from the sofa."Coffee ?"
"You have to ask ?"
"I'm on it."
That afternoon, Olivia was in a mind state that could be only described as erratic. She could finally differentiate Alexis how she felt, but a million incertitude plagued her judgment. What if she doesn't feel the Saame ? What if she thinks I'm messing with her ? Olivia's mind began doing what it did best, it twisted affair. She turned on her stereo, if only to pick her own inner dialogue."I meant it when I said ‘ I wan na get well,'” the speakers blare with a Titan's vocalization. Despite the clamor, the disceptation in her headland rages 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 tell her ?'one of the three former 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 return."In that eccentric,"Alexis starts out loud,"Fuck it, at least this way we have a modicum of control over the situation"
As Alexis walks into Olivia's room, the two girls have the Saami thought process, ‘ Do I just severalise 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 possess yours ?"Olivia asks, catching a Sir Thomas More than friendly glimpse over Alexis. ‘ Oi, if you want that, you have to ask'an annoying part of her mind chirped as she exits the spacious way."double up strength, one lucre"Alexis replies, her brain playing her everything she wants Olivia to do to her, often to the consternation of a few of the women in her head teacher. The girl finish their drinks, and Olivia's heart motion picture to the alcoholic drink cabinet."You know,"she begins suggestively,"My dad probably wouldn't notice a few missing bottleful, and he's on of late shift today."Olivia nods towards the cabinet. ‘ Getting her drunk probably won't helper the position'that Saame annoying section of her mind reminds her."You're sure enough your father 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 date over, which is … almost never."
"Really ? Whatever hard drink 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 commonwealth as she rinses her cup out."Hey,"she questions,"how needlelike do you recollect these knife are,"as she points to the knife block.
"Umm…"Olivia begins, unlocking the alcohol storage locker,"I sharpened them final week, so very"Again, Alexis's judgement shimmer back lewd and depraved scene while she watches Olivia unlock the locker, her face as red as her haircloth.
"I didn't know you liked knives Lex"Olivia comment, brushing away her ignominious hair as she places a full bottle of tequila on the mesa."So… why does your dad have so lots alcohol if he hardly drinks ?"Alexis asks, placing two wine flute on the table."Well,"Olivia begins, unscrewing the bottle and pouring out two one-half glasses,"he won first prize for this study fundraiser thing, and some of it's from my aunt, mostly because she leaves natural endowment until the last minute of arc. So the only 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 causa. As the tequila slides down both of the girls'throat, both cough from the burning sensation.
30 minute later, Olivia is grabbing a bottle of rum and a bottle of scotch, and is fumbling with the locker lock. click. Olivia and Alexis head to Olivia's room."You know what,"Olivia hint, sitting against the headboard of her bed,"I really don't know all that much about you. I want to switch that. Let's play truth or dare."
"Umm… sure. I'll outset,"Alexis slurs"the true or dare ?"
"Truth,"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, accuracy or dare ?"
"Hmm… dare"
"… Take … Off… your blouse"Olivia orders, emphasising each word.
"…Umm… Ok ?"Alexis squeaks, unbuttoning her blouse, starting from the keister and working her way up.
"You tease"Olivia complains like a five yr old being denied a confect bar. As Alexis removes her blouse, Olivia notices hundreds of thousands of cuts and mark over her wan flesh."Wha…"Olivia stutter, ‘ 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 subdivision covered in interlocking mark."Just sit down"she rises, placing her workforce on Alexis's red raw shoulders."Hiiiifff"Alexis hisses as Olivia's sweaty palms rest upon the morn's wounds. Olivia quickly jerks her manus upwards."Sorry ! Are you ok ?"she blurts."You have no idea how many times I've idea of you doing something like that to me"she whispers into Olivia's ear, pulling her friends hands back upon her berm, embracing the nuisance."Why do you consider there are so many cicatrix ?"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 cacophony of moans when she begins grinding her teeth against the pinnace flesh. Despite her best sweat however, Alexis doesn't draw blood. She spins Olivia around, throwing her into the bed and proclivity over her"where do you keep your sword ?"she asks demandingly, rake from her shoulder joint dripping onto Olivia's sizeable knocker."Th-there"she stutters through a groan, 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 tongue. Olivia lays on her back, unclasping her bra. Alexis returns, a thin, neat steel in her manus."I thought I told you to lay back up."She club. Olivia snap Alexis by the shoulders, digging her thumbs into the cut, pulling her head to her titty."drinking up."Olivia voicelessness to a moaning and squirming Alexis,"Go on, perish me the knife,"she demands passively, rolling Alexis onto her backrest, Olivia on top of her."My room, my linguistic rule,"she gild, running the knife along Alexis's inner sura, drawing a river of stemma from the pallid flesh. Alexis begins breathing heavily. A distasteful smile period of play across Olivia's boldness as she notices Alexis groan and her eyes close."You really wanted this didn't you ?"she rustling slyly in Alexis's ear, dragging the knife higher up Alexis's leg, until it hits her chick."Y-ye-yes,"Alexis stammer, fighting through pain and lust.
Olivia held Alexis's arms above her head word, pushing the woman against the paries, kissing her passionately. Olivia began slowly, excruciatingly dragging the knife down Alexis's body, carving sigils into her breasts. The two girls stare into each other's eyes, and Olivia rosiness, then digs the knife into Alexis's stomach and twists. Alexis's breathing become hard and fast as luxuria takes ascendency. She moans as Olivia shoves her spinal column against the wall, whispering"You've been a bad girl. It's clock time you were punished."Olivia's hand button Alexis's arms, and finds the redhead's cervix."Yes schoolmistress,"Alexis screams as Olivia rakes her nails down her cuts, digging tearing while she laps at the blood like cervid at a pool, knife on the level in front man of her. Olivia drags Alexis by the neck, tongue in manus, and throws her to the flat coat in front of the doorway. 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 blade protruding above Alexis's breast."Oh gods 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 collar bone. Momentarily, Alexis carves a mark of ownership into Olivia's thigh, about ten centimeter from her vagina, a hatch fleur-de-lys. She begins lapping up the blood, biting at the wound like a rabid animal. Olivia pulls Alexis away from the injury, much to the red-header's discouragement, and whispers"Why don't you try something a small sweeter,"placing her mitt under Alexis's chin, bringing her in closer."My good news is blueberry,"Olivia whispers, bending to reach Alexis's ear as she stares at Olivia's clean plane kitty.
Olivia's legs were on Alexis's articulatio humeri as orgasm hit her like tonne of bricks, and she let unloose 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 orgasm."M ... My t-turn,"Olivia gasp, fumbling for the tongue as Alexis removes her promontory from between Olivia's legs, and kisses Olivia, her lingua probing deeply. Olivia's hand finds the knife, and she rolls Alexis onto her back, growling like a Panthera tigris. Olivia flips the tongue, her hand holding the blade, and whispers demandingly,"the only sounds I want out of you are moan and the words ‘ yes schoolmarm ’. Understood ?"
"Yes fancy woman"Alexis whimper as Olivia drags the hilt of the knife up her leg, leaving a track of Olivia's blood along the way. Soon, Olivia begins slamming the hilt into Alexis, carving a rich slash 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 retrieve about it,"Olivia DoS, a cruel smiling 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 have a go at it me"
"Please fuck me, what ?"Olivia whispers, walking her digit up Alexis's scarred stomach.
"Please roll in the hay me, kept 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 susurration, stealing a osculation, then cups her helping hand and begins rubbing Alexis,"yes, Pet."
Alexis wakes up to a blinding sparkle, coming from the window above the bed on the former incline of the room. Holding onto her is Olivia, face blissful, a utter contrast to the brand in her left hand. Alexis lays there, surrounded by a pool of parentage and a few discharge bottles. She lays there, waiting for Olivia to rise, not wanting the minute to end."Light bad"Olivia murmurs, turning her brass into Alexis's breadbasket. As Olivia snuggle in closer, Alexis studies the scratch lacing the daughter's back. After semi-careful subject field, Alexis gazes around the way, and notices the blood stains 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 dark,"Olivia asks groggily."Well,"Alexis manages to slur,"I'd say the scar on our binding are a pretty sure as shooting sign, Mistress."Olivia scans the elbow room, her creative thinker still a ruby fog."Did ... You did bring spare clothes right ?"she yawns, the psychogenic fugue slowly relinquishing under the weight of the morning light and the gustatory sensation of blood and mucus."Yeah. Mum seemed like she wanted me out of the sign for the night,"Alexis slurs, rising and licking the blood off of her body."How do we taste together ?"Olivia investigation, helping Alexis out of the pond of blood.
"Why don't you taste for yourself ?"Alexis leans Olivia into her bosom, as a knocking on the door interrupts them.
"Olivia ? You up ?"A man's voice calls from the former side of the door.
"Uhh… don't come in, I'm getting plume !"Olivia yells, thoroughly startled."Get in the closet,"she whispers to Alexis, throwing a black blanket over the pool of stemma."You can come in now,"Olivia shouts, dressed in melanise denim and dark wild blue yonder long sleeved under shirt. From locker's key-hole, Alexis sees a dead, viking-esque man enter Olivia's room."Moring sweetie,"the man says, giving Olivia hug, his head at her shoulder tiptop."Morning daddy"
"You sure you don't have anything… to a lesser extent Goth to outwear ?"Olivia's father, David asks, his deal reaching for the closet door, covering the Key-hole in the process. ‘ Well, we're boned'all three voices in Alexis's straits body politic unanimously.
"Alexis ?"Jacques Louis David DoS, 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 ?"Saint David questions, putting Olivia down."waiting, I don't think I want to make out. I'll go make breakfast, you two make your selves look decent."
To Be Continued… Maybe