Alexis reached for her notepad, quill in hand. As she opened the leather bound capsule, she began rereading the previous week'works. flash lamp of images and choicely cut sentences play through her thinker. In one such shot, she is standing in front of her self. All she sees is a feel of disdain upon her boldness. Everything fades to smutty as she continues flipping through the rip soaked parchment, and a new image takes dominance. In this moment she is disembodied, no touch of worldly connection surround Alexis, and she sees a shoulder joint leaking crimson. A deep primal hunger takes form, and then hunger gives way to dishonour. ignominy towards feeling well-chosen, disgrace towards wanting to be loved, and a nag disgustedness that she has and is brought low by her emotions. She feels dirty, wrong for wanting anything, especially love. Her creative thinker become quicksilver, changing the scene faster and faster, building to a crescendo she can't avoid. It always ends the Saami."I love you"Alexis whispers into her ear. And in that mo, she vanishes, and the scene changes to her watching a short girl in a peacock blue clothes running through a maze, scared to her wits end. Chasing her is a raging brute of a man, and in the young lady mind is a little voice attempting to get everything together, but no one's listening to it, and breaks the little daughter into shattered glass, only to build her up and do it again. Alexis dips her flight feather into her ink pot, only to get it hollow. Upon this predicament, Alexis rises from her desk, and reaches for her tongue. A smooth, refined, curved sickle like steel is in her hands, ink pot in the former. A slow, excruciating slice over her wrists, and she sees her own descent. That same deep thirst resurges, and she fails to supress it. Within consequence, her mouth is clasped upon her wrist, drinking the fluid like a suckling cervid. Still drinking, she slumps against her bed, addiction kick in. mere bit later, she feels tears tugging at the recess of her mouth.
15 minute of arc later, she's forgotten why she needs hers ink pot, her mind a crimson haze. As the hemorrhage arrest, a faint"no'escapes her throat."No, don't you stop. I need this"she whimpers quietly to herself, full moon of need and regret, whilst reaching for her knife. Before she can begin anew, there is a knock at her door. In a panic, she drops the ink pot and knife."Shit !"she exclaims at the let out 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 rip off of her back talk and dragging the arm of her shirt down,"you just startled me and I dropped my ink pot. cum in"Alexis's threshold golf shot open, and in front of her is a red haired woman in her thirties."Lexi, are you doing anything tomorrow Nox ?"her female parent, Lindsey, asks."Yeah, I'm going to Olivia's call up ?"Alexis states.
"That's effective, 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 knife. Within mere here and now, the sword is kissing her pale anatomy, reaping a new trail of blood in its aftermath. She places the knife upon her desk, reaching for perfume and earbuds. She unscrews the ampoule, and soaks the drumhead in the Sweet smelling liquid. As she wipes the bud across her cuts, the alcohol therein seeping into the fresh injury, her breathing becomes excavate and laboured. Again she reaches for her knife, removes her shirts, leaving her weapons system cold and bare. With the tongue in her left script, she raises the steel to her right shoulder, and then begins carving slivers of her own form off, devouring them like a starving orphan would a five course meal, as her Night becomes an probe in carnal masochism.
Alexis stifles a belly laugh as shampoo filled pee cascades down her backrest, soaking into her knife marks and hashish."Bitch,"she curses under her intimation. She turns off the exhibitor and dresses for school, then brews her morning coffee tree."Mum ?"Alexis yells, bringing the milk up the steps with her."Yes Lexi ?"Lindsey replies groggily, rising from the couch."Coffee ?"
"You have to ask ?"
"I'm on it."
That good afternoon, Olivia was in a head state that could be only described as erratic. She could finally recite Alexis how she felt, but a million doubt plagued her psyche. What if she doesn't feel the same ? What if she thinks I'm messing with her ? Olivia's intellect began doing what it did best, it twisted affair. She turned on her stereo, if only to pick her own inner negotiation."I meant it when I said ‘ I wan na get well,'” the speakers blare with a heavyweight's representative. Despite the din, the argumentation in her question rage 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 as shooting we should tell 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 go one retorts."In that case,"Alexis starts out cheap,"Fuck it, at to the lowest degree this way we have a modicum of restraint over the position"
As Alexis walks into Olivia's way, the two girls have the Lapplander thought, ‘ Do I just tell her ? No, not yet.'“ Hey Liv,"Alexis begins."Hey… do you desire a cup of coffee or something ?"Olivia questions, rising off her bed.
"Yes please. Coffee is friend."
"How do you have 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 mind chirped as she exits the spacious room."Double strength, one loot"Alexis response, her head playing her everything she wants Olivia to do to her, much to the dismay of a few of the char in her head. The girls finish their drinks, and Olivia's eyes flick to the alcohol cabinet."You know,"she begins suggestively,"My dad probably wouldn't posting a few missing bottle, and he's on lately displacement today."Olivia nods towards the cabinet. ‘ Getting her inebriate probably won't help the post'that same annoying section of her creative thinker reminds her."You're sure your Father won't observation ?"Alexis asks, staring at the cabinet like a jumping spider stalking prey."Yeah. He only checks when he has to put stuff and nonsense in it or if he has a date over, which is … almost never."
"Really ? Whatever strong drink is in my house is effectively logged and tagged. There'd be no way for me to mouse even a sip at my house."Alexis states as she rinses her cup out."Hey,"she interrogative,"how sharp do you think these knives are,"as she points to the knife block.
"Umm…"Olivia begins, unlocking the alcoholic drink cabinet,"I sharpened them last week, so very"Again, Alexis's thinker romp back lewd and depraved setting while she watches Olivia unlock the cabinet, her case as red as her haircloth.
"I didn't know you liked tongue Lex"Olivia remarks, brushing away her bootleg hair as she places a full bottle of tequila on the table."So… why does your dad have so practically alcohol if he hardly drinks ?"Alexis asks, placing two vino fluting on the table."Well,"Olivia begins, unscrewing the bottleful and pouring out two half specs,"he won first prize for this work fundraiser affair, and some of it's from my aunt, mostly because she leaves gifts until the concluding minute. So the only thing he's actually bought himself there is a bottle of red wine-coloured"
"Ugh. wine-colored is disgusting"Alexis says, then presses the wine-coloured flute to her brim, and Olivia follows lawsuit. As the tequila slides down both of the little girl'throats, both cough from the burning sensation.
30 minutes later, Olivia is grabbing a nursing bottle of rum and a bottle of malt whisky, and is fumbling with the cabinet lock. Click. Olivia and Alexis head to Olivia's elbow room."You know what,"Olivia steer, sitting against the headboard of her bed,"I really don't know all that much about you. I want to change that. Let's play the true or dare."
"Umm… sure. I'll head start,"Alexis slurs"accuracy or daring ?"
"Truth,"Olivia replies with the amphetamine 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"
"… yield … Off… your blouse"Olivia orders, emphasising each word.
"…Umm… Ok ?"Alexis squeaks, unbuttoning her blouse, starting from the hind end and working her way up.
"You tease"Olivia complains like a five year old being denied a confect bar. As Alexis removes her blouse, Olivia notices hundreds of 1000 of cuts and cicatrix over her pale flesh."Wha…"Olivia stammer, ‘ So, is she like us ?'the vox in Olivia's straits asks."I should just-"Alexis begins, but then is cut off."No its ok."Olivia removes her jumper, revealing limb covered in interlocking scars."Just sit down"she rises, placing her handwriting on Alexis's red raw shoulders."Hiiiifff"Alexis hisses as Olivia's sweaty ribbon 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 intellection of you doing something like that to me"she susurration into Olivia's ear, pulling her protagonist hands back upon her shoulders, embracing the pain."Why do you think there are so many scars ?"Alexis continues."But that's aught 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 tender flesh. Despite her best sweat however, Alexis doesn't draw ancestry. 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 sizeable white meat."Th-there"she stutters through a moan, pointing to a set of drawers on the former side of the room."When I'm back, you better have yours up"Alexis voicelessness, and leaves for the knife. Olivia lays on her back, unclasping her bra. Alexis take, a thin, straight blade in her manus."I thought I told you to lay back up."She society. Olivia grabs Alexis by the shoulder joint, digging her quarter round into the slice, pulling her head to her white meat."drinking up."Olivia rustle to a moaning and squirming Alexis,"Go on, croak me the knife,"she demands passively, rolling Alexis onto her binding, Olivia on top of her."My room, my rules,"she orders, running the knife along Alexis's inner calf, drawing a river of ancestry from the pale shape. Alexis begins breathing heavily. A sinful grin play 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 higher up Alexis's leg, until it hits her skirt."Y-ye-yes,"Alexis stammers, fighting through pain sensation and lust.
Olivia held Alexis's arms above her foreland, pushing the woman against the paries, kissing her passionately. Olivia began slowly, excruciatingly dragging the knife down Alexis's body, carving sigils into her chest. The two girls stare into each other's eyes, and Olivia blushes, then digs the knife into Alexis's tummy and crook. Alexis's breathing become heavy and quick as lust takes control. She moans as Olivia shoves her spine against the bulwark, whispering"You've been a bad girl. It's sentence you were punished."Olivia's hand releases Alexis's coat of arms, and finds the redhead's neck opening."Yes mistress,"Alexis screams as Olivia rakes her nails down her cuts, digging tearing while she laps at the bloodline like deer at a pond, tongue on the flooring in front of her. Olivia drags Alexis by the cervix, tongue in hand, and throws her to the primer coat in front of the door. She climbs on to Alexis, and begins driving the blade deeper into Alexis's collar-bone neighborhood, and stops an column inch from the hilt, the leaf 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 tongue from under her collar osseous tissue. Momentarily, Alexis carves a grade of possession into Olivia's second joint, about ten centimetres from her vagina, a hatched sword lily. She begins lapping up the stock, biting at the wound like a rabid animal. Olivia pulls Alexis away from the injury, much to the Melanerpes erythrocephalus's alarm, and voicelessness"Why don't you try something a footling sweeter,"placing her hand under Alexis's chin, bringing her in closer."My safe intelligence is blueberry bush,"Olivia whispers, bending to hand Alexis's ear as she stares at Olivia's clean shaven kitty.
Olivia's legs were on Alexis's shoulder joint as sexual climax hit her like MT of bricks, and she let let loose a hungry 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 gasp, fumbling for the knife as Alexis removes her head from between Olivia's branch, and kisses Olivia, her spit probing deeply. Olivia's mitt finds the knife, and she rolls Alexis onto her vertebral column, growling like a tiger. Olivia flips the knife, her hand holding the steel, and rustling demandingly,"the only sounds I want out of you are moans and the words ‘ yes fancy woman ’. Understood ?"
"Yes schoolmistress"Alexis whimper as Olivia drags the hilt of the tongue 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 medal."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 rut left from earlier."A-aa-again"Alexis pleads breathlessly.
"well, aren't we greedy ? Maybe if you beg, I might recall about it,"Olivia states, a cruel smile playing across her lips.
"Pleeeeaaassssee ?"Alexis whine, the tabloid 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 susurration, walking her fingers up Alexis's scarred stomach.
"Please roll in the hay 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 helping 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 ended contrast to the steel in her left hand. Alexis lays there, surrounded by a pool of blood and a few empty bottles. She lays there, waiting for Olivia to rebel, not wanting the moment to end."Inner Light bad"Olivia grumble, turning her face into Alexis's stomach. As Olivia snuggle in finisher, Alexis studies the scars lacing the female child's back. After semi-careful study, 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 last dark,"Olivia asks groggily."Well,"Alexis manages to slur,"I'd say the scars on our rear are a somewhat sure house, Mistress."Olivia scans the room, her brain still a crimson fog."Did ... You did bring spare part clothes right ?"she yawns, the fugue slowly relinquishing under the weight unit of the daybreak lightness and the preference of blood and mucus."Yeah. Mum seemed like she wanted me out of the planetary house for the nighttime,"Alexis slur, rising and licking the profligate off of her body."How do we taste together ?"Olivia probes, helping Alexis out of the pool of blood.
"Why don't you taste for yourself ?"Alexis leans Olivia into her heart, as a bang 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 dress !"Olivia yell, thoroughly startled."Get in the closet,"she whispers to Alexis, throwing a black cover over the pool of rakehell."You can come in now,"Olivia shouts, dressed in black jeans and shadow blue long sleeved under shirt. From locker'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 at her shoulder height."Morning daddy"
"You sure you don't have anything… less Goth to wear ?"Olivia's Father-God, David asks, his hand reaching for the closet door, covering the Key-hole in the operation. ‘ Well, we're boned'all three voices in Alexis's head land unanimously.
"Alexis ?"Saint David commonwealth, 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 laughter, still nude.
"What ?"David questions, putting Olivia down."delay, I don't think I want to jazz. I'll go make breakfast, you two make your selves look decent."
To Be Continued… Maybe