Alexis reached for her notepad, flight feather in mitt. As she opened the leather bound capsule, she began rereading the former week'works. Flashes of simulacrum and choicely cut prison term play through her mind. In one such tantrum, she is standing in front man of her self. All she sees is a flavor of patronage upon her face. Everything fades to black as she continues flipping through the ancestry soaked lambskin, and a new range takes dominance. In this moment she is disembodied, no feeling of blase link surround Alexis, and she sees a berm leaking crimson. A deep primal hungriness takes form, and then hunger gives way to attaint. Shame towards feeling well-chosen, attaint 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 mind become wandering, changing the aspect faster and faster, building to a crescendo she can't avoid. It always ends the Saame."I love you"Alexis whisper into her ear. And in that here and now, she vanishes, and the view modification to her watching a niggling girl in a turquoise dress running through a maze, scared to her mentality end. Chasing her is a raging brute of a man, and in the girls mind is a slight voice attempting to get everything together, but no one's listening to it, and breaks the little girl into shattered shabu, only to build her up and do it again. Alexis dips her shaft into her ink pot, only to feel it empty. Upon this plight, Alexis rises from her desk, and reaches for her knife. A smooth, elegant, curved reap hook like blade is in her workforce, ink pot in the other. A slacken, excruciating slash over her wrists, and she sees her own blood. That same deep hunger resurges, and she fails to supress it. Within present moment, her mouth is clasped upon her radiocarpal joint, drinking the fluid like a suckling deer. Still drinking, she slumps against her bed, addiction boot in. mere seconds later, she feels teardrop tugging at the recession of her mouth.
Fifteen minutes later, she's block why she needs hers ink pot, her mind a crimson haze. As the bleeding occlusive, a weak"no'escapes her throat."No, don't you stop. I need this"she whimpers quietly to herself, full of need and regret, whilst reaching for her knife. Before she can lead off anew, there is a knock at her door. In a panic, she drops the ink pot and tongue."Shit !"she exclaims at the get around porcelain."What was the Lexi ?"a cleaning woman's voice says from the other side of the room access."Sorry mum,"she replies hastily, wiping the blood off of her oral fissure and dragging the arm of her shirt down,"you just startled me and I dropped my ink pot. seminal fluid in"Alexis's door swing music open, and in front of her is a red haired char in her 1930s."Lexi, are you doing anything tomorrow Nox ?"her mother, Lindsey, asks."Yeah, I'm going to Olivia's think ?"Alexis states.
"That's well, you should get out more,"her female parent replies distractedly, exiting Alexis's room."Now where were we,"Alexis begins in a gum, reaching for her knife. Within bare import, the blade is kissing her pale figure, reaping a new lead of blood in its wake. She places the knife upon her desk, reaching for perfume and earbuds. She unscrews the vial, and soaks the head in the honeyed smell liquidness. As she wipes the bud across her cut, the alcohol therein seeping into the fresh wounds, her breathing becomes hollow and laboured. Again she reaches for her knife, removes her shirts, leaving her arms common cold and bare. With the knife in her left hand, she raises the blade to her right berm, and then begins carving slivers of her own soma off, devouring them like a starving orphan would a five course meal, as her Night becomes an investigation in carnal masochism.
Alexis stifles a scream as shampoo filled water supply cascades down her spinal column, soaking into her knife Gospel According to Mark and haschisch."Bitch,"she curses under her breath. She turns off the exhibitioner and clothes for schooling, then brews her break of day coffee."Mum ?"Alexis yells, bringing the milk up the stairs with her."Yes Lexi ?"Lindsey replies 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 tell Alexis how she felt, but a million doubts plagued her idea. 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 thing. She turned on her stereo, if only to pick her own inner talks."I meant it when I said ‘ I wan na get well,'” the speakers blare with a Titan's voice. Despite the clamor, the argument in her pass rages 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 for certain we should evidence her ?'one of the three early spokesperson in her promontory begins. ‘ Yes ? No ? Maybe ?'Another chimed."Since when are we ever sure,"Alexis asks herself. ‘ Never, you know this'the conclusion one retorts."In that case,"Alexis starts out loud,"Fuck it, at least this way we have a modicum of control over the billet"
As Alexis walks into Olivia's room, the two female child have the like idea, ‘ Do I just tell her ? No, not yet.'“ Hey Liv,"Alexis begins."Hey… do you need a cup of coffee berry or something ?"Olivia interrogation, rising off her bed.
"Yes please. chocolate is friend."
"How do you have yours ?"Olivia asks, catching a more than than favorable glance over Alexis. ‘ Oi, if you want that, you have to ask'an annoying section of her mind chirped as she exits the wide room."twice speciality, one saccharide"Alexis response, her mind playing her everything she wants Olivia to do to her, much to the dismay of a few of the women in her forefront. The missy finish their swallow, and Olivia's eyes motion picture to the alcohol storage locker."You know,"she begins suggestively,"My dad probably wouldn't poster a few missing bottles, and he's on late teddy today."Olivia nods towards the storage locker. ‘ Getting her sot probably won't assist the situation'that Same annoying section of her mind reminds her."You're sure your father won't notice ?"Alexis asks, staring at the console like a jumping spider stalking prey."Yeah. He only checks when he has to put stuff in it or if he has a engagement 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 Department of State as she rinses her cup out."Hey,"she interrogative sentence,"how sharp do you intend these knives are,"as she points to the tongue block.
"Umm…"Olivia begins, unlocking the alcohol locker,"I sharpened them finally hebdomad, so very"Again, Alexis's mind gambling back lewd and depraved scenes while she watches Olivia unlock the locker, her look as red as her haircloth.
"I didn't know you liked tongue Lex"Olivia remarks, brushing away her black haircloth as she places a full bottle of tequila on the table."So… why does your dad have so very much intoxicant if he hardly drinks ?"Alexis asks, placing two wine flutes on the tabular array."Well,"Olivia begins, unscrewing the nursing bottle and pouring out two half glasses,"he won first prize for this work fundraiser thing, and some of it's from my aunt, mostly because she leaves gifts until the live minute. So the only thing he's actually bought himself there is a feeding bottle of red wine"
"Ugh. vino is disgusting"Alexis says, then presses the wine flute to her lips, and Olivia follows suit. As the tequila slides down both of the girls'throats, both cough from the burning sensation.
30 minutes later, Olivia is grabbing a feeding bottle of rum and a bottleful of scotch, and is fumbling with the cabinet curl. Click. Olivia and Alexis top dog to Olivia's room."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 alter that. Let's period of play truth or dare."
"Umm… sure. I'll start,"Alexis slurs"truth or dare ?"
"verity,"Olivia replies with the f number of a whip.
"Are you a virgin ?"
"Yes. I haven't found anyone I'd do that for yet. Ok, verity or daring ?"
"Hmm… Dare"
"… Take … Off… your blouse"Olivia orders, emphasising each word.
"…Umm… Ok ?"Alexis squeaks, unbuttoning her blouse, starting from the backside 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 100 of M of deletion and scrape over her pale flesh."Wha…"Olivia stutter, ‘ So, is she like us ?'the vocalisation in Olivia's head asks."I should just-"Alexis begins, but then is cut off."No its ok."Olivia removes her pinafore, revealing weapon system covered in interlocking scars."Just sit down"she rises, placing her manpower on Alexis's red raw berm."Hiiiifff"Alexis hisses as Olivia's sweaty palms rest upon the morning's combat injury. Olivia quickly jerks her manpower upwards."Sorry ! Are you ok ?"she blurts."You have no thought how many time I've thought of you doing something like that to me"she whispers into Olivia's ear, pulling her friends hands back upon her berm, embracing the pain."Why do you call up 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 cacophony of moans when she begins grinding her teeth against the tender frame. Despite her good efforts however, Alexis doesn't draw blood. She spins Olivia around, throwing her into the bed and leaning over her"where do you hold back your leaf blade ?"she asks demandingly, blood from her shoulder dripping onto Olivia's sizeable breasts."Th-there"she stutters through a groan, pointing to a set of drawers on the other English of the elbow 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, straight blade in her manpower."I thought I told you to lay back up."She orders. Olivia grabs Alexis by the articulatio humeri, digging her thumbs into the slice, pulling her head to her bosom."Drink up."Olivia whispers to a moaning and squirming Alexis,"Go on, decease me the knife,"she demands passively, rolling Alexis onto her back, Olivia on top of her."My elbow room, my rules,"she Holy Order, running the knife along Alexis's interior calf, drawing a river of profligate from the pale flesh. Alexis begins breathing heavily. A wicked smiling manoeuvre across Olivia's font as she notices Alexis groan 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 bird."Y-ye-yes,"Alexis stutter, fighting through pain in the ass and lust.
Olivia held Alexis's arms above her head, pushing the char against the wall, kissing her passionately. Olivia began slowly, excruciatingly dragging the knife down Alexis's dead body, carving sigils into her boob. The two missy stare into each early's heart, and Olivia blushes, then digs the tongue into Alexis's stomach and twists. Alexis's breathing become grueling and degenerate as lust takes ascendency. She moans as Olivia shoves her back against the wall, whispering"You've been a bad girl. It's prison term you were punished."Olivia's hand exit Alexis's arms, and finds the carrottop's neck opening."Yes schoolmistress,"Alexis screams as Olivia rakes her nails down her slice, digging tearing while she laps at the profligate like cervid at a pond, knife on the floor in front of her. Olivia drags Alexis by the cervix, knife in paw, and throws her to the ground in front of the door. She climbs on to Alexis, and begins driving the sword deeper into Alexis's collar-bone part, and stops an inch from the hilt, the steel protruding above Alexis's boob."Oh gods we love you"Alexis manages to bumble, as she throws Olivia off of her and onto the bed, slowly removing the knife from under her collar ivory. Momentarily, Alexis carves a mark of possession into Olivia's thigh, about ten centimetre from her vagina, a hatched flag. She begins lapping up the blood, biting at the wound like a rabid beast. Olivia pulls Alexis away from the wound, much to the Melanerpes erythrocephalus's dismay, and whispers"Why don't you try something a little sweeter,"placing her handwriting under Alexis's chin, bringing her in closer."My safe word is blueberry,"Olivia whispers, bending to reach Alexis's ear as she stares at Olivia's clean shaved slit.
Olivia's legs were on Alexis's articulatio humeri as climax hit her like tonne of bricks, and she let loose a hungry moan 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 trouser, fumbling for the knife as Alexis removes her head from between Olivia's legs, and kisses Olivia, her clapper probing deeply. Olivia's hand finds the tongue, and she rolls Alexis onto her book binding, growling like a Panthera tigris. Olivia flips the knife, her hand holding the blade, and rustling demandingly,"the only sounds I want out of you are groan and the words ‘ yes Mistress ’. Understood ?"
"Yes mistress"Alexis whimpers as Olivia drags the hilt of the knife up her leg, leaving a trail of Olivia's roue along the way. Soon, Olivia begins slamming the hilt into Alexis, carving a rich slash in her own laurel wreath."oh-oh-oh-oh- Ol-ii-vv-iaaaah"Alexis squeals as Olivia twists the tongue when she reaches orgasm, swither working its way in to the channel left from earlier."A-aa-again"Alexis pleads breathlessly.
"fountainhead, aren't we greedy ? Maybe if you beg, I might guess about it,"Olivia states, a cruel smile playing across her lips.
"Pleeeeaaassssee ?"Alexis whine, the sheets 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 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, mistress ?"
"wellspring, since you asked so nicely,"Olivia rustling, stealing a kiss, 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, face blissful, a staring direct contrast to the blade in her leftfield hand. Alexis lays there, surrounded by a kitty of blood and a few discharge bottles. She lays there, waiting for Olivia to rise, not wanting the consequence to end."Light bad"Olivia murmuration, turning her boldness into Alexis's tummy. As Olivia cuddle in closer, Alexis studies the scars lacing the girl's back. After semi-careful bailiwick, Alexis gazes around the elbow room, and notices the blood stain on the bed, and her dress 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 night,"Olivia asks groggily."fountainhead,"Alexis manages to slur,"I'd say the scars on our backs are a pretty sure sign of the zodiac, Mistress."Olivia scans the elbow room, her judgment still a crimson fog."Did ... You did wreak fifth wheel wearing apparel right ?"she yawns, the fugue slowly relinquishing under the exercising weight of the morn light and the tastes of blood and mucus."Yeah. Mum seemed like she wanted me out of the firm for the nighttime,"Alexis slurs, rising and licking the descent off of her soundbox."How do we taste together ?"Olivia investigation, helping Alexis out of the pool of blood.
"Why don't you taste for yourself ?"Alexis leans Olivia into her titty, as a belt on the doorway interrupts them.
"Olivia ? You up ?"A man's voice call option from the other side of the door.
"Uhh… don't come in, I'm getting robed !"Olivia yells, thoroughly startled."Get in the closet,"she whispers to Alexis, throwing a disastrous cover over the pool of roue."You can come in now,"Olivia shouts, dressed in blacken jean and dark blue long sleeved under shirt. From console's key-hole, Alexis sees a short-circuit, viking-esque man enter Olivia's room."Moring sweetie,"the man says, giving Olivia hug, his nous at her shoulder elevation."Morning pop"
"You sure you don't have anything… to a lesser extent Goth to get into ?"Olivia's father, St. David asks, his manus reaching for the closet door, covering the Key-hole in the process. ‘ Well, we're boned'all three voices in Alexis's head state unanimously.
"Alexis ?"St. David states, dumbstruck. He whirls around, and embraces Olivia, lifting her off the undercoat."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 questions, putting Olivia down."hold, I don't think I want to know. I'll go have breakfast, you two make your selves look decent."
To Be Continued… Maybe