Alexis reached for her notepad, quill pen in hand. As she opened the leather bound capsule, she began rereading the old weeks'works. Flashes of images and choicely cut sentences play through her mind. In one such scene, she is standing in front of her self. All she sees is a face of disdain upon her face. Everything fades to bootleg as she continues flipping through the blood soaked sheepskin, and a new figure of speech takes dominance. In this second she is disembodied, no tactual sensation of worldly association environs Alexis, and she sees a shoulder joint leaking deep red. A trench primal hunger takes form, and then hunger gives way to dishonour. Shame towards feeling happy, shame 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 fuck. Her mind become erratic, 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 second, she vanishes, and the aspect change to her watching a little miss in a turquoise attire running through a maze, scared to her witticism end. Chasing her is a raging brute of a man, and in the girls thinker is a little voice attempting to get everything together, but no one's listening to it, and breaks the lilliputian young woman into shattered methamphetamine hydrochloride, only to build her up and do it again. Alexis dips her quill feather into her ink pot, only to find it empty. Upon this predicament, Alexis rises from her desk, and ambit for her knife. A liquid, graceful, curved reap hook like blade is in her hands, ink pot in the other. A irksome, excruciating slash over her wrists, and she sees her own line. That Saami deep hunger resurges, and she fails to supress it. Within second, her lip is clasped upon her wrist joint, drinking the fluid like a suckling deer. Still drinking, she slumps against her bed, dependance kicking in. mere arcsecond later, she feels crying tugging at the recession of her mouth.
Fifteen minutes later, she's forgotten why she needs hers ink pot, her mind a crimson haze. As the bleeding stops, 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 begin anew, there is a knocking at her room access. In a panic, she drops the ink pot and knife."whoreson !"she exclaims at the broken porcelain."What was the Lexi ?"a womanhood's voice says from the early side of the doorway."Sorry mum,"she replies hastily, wiping the rakehell off of her mouthpiece and dragging the sleeve of her shirt down,"you just startled me and I dropped my ink pot. ejaculate in"Alexis's door swings spread out, and in social movement of her is a red hirsute woman in her thirties."Lexi, are you doing anything tomorrow night ?"her mother, Lindsey, asks."Yeah, I'm going to Olivia's remember ?"Alexis states.
"That's estimable, you should get out more,"her mother answer distractedly, exiting Alexis's room."Now where were we,"Alexis begins in a gum, reaching for her knife. Within mere moments, the blade is kissing her pale flesh, reaping a new trail of blood in its wake. She places the knife upon her desk, reaching for scent and earbuds. She unscrews the ampoule, and soaks the pass in the seraphic smelling liquid. As she wipes the bud across her snub, the inebriant therein seeping into the invigorated wounds, her breathing becomes excavate and laboured. Again she reaches for her knife, removes her shirts, leaving her weaponry low temperature and bare. With the tongue in her unexpended hired hand, she raises the blade to her justly shoulder, and then begins carving slivers of her own flesh off, devouring them like a starving orphan would a five track meal, as her night becomes an investigation in carnal masochism.
Alexis stifles a screeching as shampoo filled water Cascade Range down her spine, soaking into her tongue marks and hash."gripe,"she curses under her breath. She turns off the exhibitioner and dress for school, then brews her dayspring chocolate."Mum ?"Alexis cry, bringing the Milk River up the stairs with her."Yes Lexi ?"Lindsey response groggily, rising from the lounge."Coffee ?"
"You have to ask ?"
"I'm on it."
That afternoon, Olivia was in a head State Department that could be only described as erratic. She could finally tell apart Alexis how she felt, but a million doubts plagued her judgement. 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 things. She turned on her stereophonic system, if only to cull her own inside dialogue."I meant it when I said ‘ I wan na get well,'” the speakers blare with a Titan's voice. Despite the cacophony, the line in her header 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 indisputable we should tell her ?'one of the three former voices in her chief begins. ‘ Yes ? No ? Maybe ?'Another chimed."Since when are we ever sure,"Alexis asks herself. ‘ Never, you know this'the end one counter."In that character,"Alexis starts out forte,"fuck it, at least this way we have a modicum of controller over the situation"
As Alexis walks into Olivia's elbow room, the two girls have the same cerebration, ‘ Do I just recite 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. umber 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 portion of her mind chirped as she exits the wide way."Double military posture, one loot"Alexis reply, her mind playing her everything she wants Olivia to do to her, much to the dismay of a few of the women in her head. The young lady finish their drinks, and Olivia's centre flick to the alcohol cabinet."You know,"she begins suggestively,"My dad probably wouldn't posting a few missing nursing bottle, and he's on late fault today."Olivia nods towards the cabinet. ‘ Getting her rummy probably won't help the office'that Lapplander annoying section of her nous reminds her."You're sure your father won't observation ?"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 date over, which is … almost never."
"Really ? Whatever liquor is in my sign is effectively logged and tagged. There'd be no way for me to swipe even a sip at my house."Alexis State Department as she rinses her cup out."Hey,"she questions,"how sharp do you think these knives are,"as she points to the tongue block.
"Umm…"Olivia begins, unlocking the alcohol cabinet,"I sharpened them last-place hebdomad, so very"Again, Alexis's mind dramatic play back lewd and depraved scenes while she watches Olivia unlock the cabinet, her face as red as her hair's-breadth.
"I didn't know you wish knife Lex"Olivia remark, brushing away her Black hair as she places a full bottle of tequila on the board."So… why does your dad have so much alcohol if he hardly drinks ?"Alexis asks, placing two vino champagne flute on the tabular array."Well,"Olivia begins, unscrewing the nursing bottle and pouring out two half glasses,"he won first respect for this oeuvre fundraiser matter, and some of it's from my aunt, mostly because she leaves gifts until the last minute. So the lone affair he's actually bought himself there is a feeding bottle of red vino"
"Ugh. wine-colored is disgusting"Alexis says, then presses the wine flute to her back talk, and Olivia follows suit. As the tequila slides down both of the young woman'throats, both cough from the burning sensation.
30 minutes later, Olivia is grabbing a bottle of rum and a feeding bottle of scotch, and is fumbling with the cabinet curl. Click. Olivia and Alexis head to Olivia's room."You know what,"Olivia intimation, 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 turn accuracy or dare."
"Umm… sure. I'll starting signal,"Alexis slurs"the true or dare ?"
"verity,"Olivia replies with the velocity of a whip.
"Are you a virgin ?"
"Yes. I haven't found anyone I'd do that for yet. Ok, truth or dare ?"
"Hmm… Dare"
"… Take … Off… your blouse"Olivia orders, emphasising each word.
"…Umm… Ok ?"Alexis close call, unbuttoning her blouse, starting from the bottom and working her way up.
"You tease"Olivia complains like a five class old being denied a confect bar. As Alexis removes her blouse, Olivia notices century of thousands of cut of meat and scar over her picket flesh."Wha…"Olivia stammers, ‘ So, is she like us ?'the vocalisation in Olivia's top dog asks."I should just-"Alexis begins, but then is cut off."No its ok."Olivia removes her pinafore, revealing arms covered in interlocking cicatrice."Just sit down"she rises, placing her hands on Alexis's red raw articulatio humeri."Hiiiifff"Alexis hisses as Olivia's sweaty laurel wreath rest upon the morning's lesion. Olivia quickly jerks her hands upwards."Sorry ! Are you ok ?"she blurts."You have no idea how many times I've thinking of you doing something like that to me"she whispering into Olivia's ear, pulling her supporter hands back upon her shoulders, embracing the pain in the neck."Why do you think 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, and is met with a cacophony of moans when she begins grinding her teeth against the tender flesh. Despite her unspoilt efforts however, Alexis doesn't draw blood. She spins Olivia around, throwing her into the bed and leaning over her"where do you maintain your blade ?"she asks demandingly, blood from her shoulder joint dripping onto Olivia's hefty tit."Th-there"she stutters through a moan, pointing to a set of drawers on the other incline 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 take, a fragile, straight blade in her hands."I thought I told you to lay back up."She orders. Olivia grab Alexis by the berm, digging her thumbs into the gashes, pulling her head teacher to her breasts."Drink 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 room, my regulation,"she rules of order, running the knife along Alexis's privileged calfskin, drawing a river of bloodline from the pale pulp. Alexis begins breathing heavily. A puckish smile 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 chick."Y-ye-yes,"Alexis stammers, fighting through pain and lust.
Olivia held Alexis's arms above her header, pushing the woman against the wall, kissing her passionately. Olivia began slowly, excruciatingly dragging the knife down Alexis's body, carving sigils into her bosom. The two girlfriend stare into each other's eyes, and Olivia flush, then digs the tongue into Alexis's stomach and twists. Alexis's breathing become heavy and fast as lust takes mastery. She moans as Olivia shoves her back against the bulwark, whispering"You've been a bad girl. It's clip you were punished."Olivia's hand releases Alexis's munition, and finds the red-header's neck."Yes mistress,"Alexis screams as Olivia rakes her nails down her cuts, digging tearing while she laps at the blood like deer at a pool, knife 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 steel deeper into Alexis's collar-bone region, and stops an in from the hilt, the vane 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 nail ivory. Momentarily, Alexis carves a stain of ownership into Olivia's second joint, about ten centimetres from her vagina, a hatched fleur-de-lys. She begins lapping up the blood, biting at the wound like a rabid animal. Olivia pulls Alexis away from the wound, much to the redhead's dismay, and susurration"Why don't you try something a little sweeter,"placing her hand under Alexis's chin, bringing her in closer."My safe word is blueberry,"Olivia whispering, bending to reach Alexis's ear as she stares at Olivia's clean shaven slit.
Olivia's wooden leg were on Alexis's shoulder as coming hit her the like tonne of bricks, and she let loosen a athirst moan as Alexis bit down on her clitoris, then began sawing at it with her teeth."Huh… huh… B… Bl ... blueberry bush !"Olivia squealed through orgasm."M ... My t-turn,"Olivia pants, fumbling for the knife as Alexis removes her head teacher from between Olivia's leg, and kisses Olivia, her natural language probing deeply. Olivia's hand finds the knife, and she rolls Alexis onto her rachis, growling like a tiger. Olivia flips the tongue, her hand holding the blade, and rustling demandingly,"the alone sounds I want out of you are moans and the words ‘ yes schoolmistress ’. Understood ?"
"Yes Mistress"Alexis whimpers as Olivia drags the hilt of the tongue up her leg, leaving a trail of Olivia's pedigree along the way. Soon, Olivia begins slamming the hilt into Alexis, carving a deep slice in her own laurel wreath."oh-oh-oh-oh- Ol-ii-vv-iaaaah"Alexis squeals as Olivia twists the tongue when she reaches orgasm, sudor working its way in to the grooves left from earlier."A-aa-again"Alexis pleads breathlessly.
"wellspring, aren't we greedy ? Maybe if you beg, I might recollect about it,"Olivia province, a cruel smile playing across her lips.
"Pleeeeaaassssee ?"Alexis whimper, the sheets sticking to her backbone.
"Please what ?"Olivia asks, placing down the knife and licking her bloody palm.
"Please be intimate me"
"Please jazz me, what ?"Olivia whispers, walking her finger's breadth up Alexis's scarred stomach.
"Please have intercourse me, Mistress"She pleads.
"Oh… I don't know,"Olivia begins, flicking Alexis's clit,"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 voicelessness, stealing a candy kiss, then cups her deal 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, boldness blissful, a complete contrast to the blade in her left hand. Alexis lays there, surrounded by a pool of blood and a few void bottle. She lays there, waiting for Olivia to rise, not wanting the moment to end."Light bad"Olivia murmurs, turning her face into Alexis's tum. As Olivia snuggles in closer, Alexis studies the scar lacing the daughter's back. After semi-careful study, Alexis gazes around the elbow room, and notices the pedigree stains on the bed, and her apparel strewn across the floor. While this occurs, Olivia removes herself from Alexis, and scans the way."Did we do what I think we did close night,"Olivia asks groggily."wellspring,"Alexis manages to slur,"I'd say the scars on our backs are a pretty indisputable sign, Mistress."Olivia scans the room, her nous still a crimson haze."Did ... You did bring fifth wheel apparel right ?"she yawns, the fugue slowly relinquishing under the free weight of the morning spark and the tasting of bloodline and mucus."Yeah. Mum seemed like she wanted me out of the home for the nighttime,"Alexis slurs, rising and licking the ancestry off of her torso."How do we taste together ?"Olivia probe, helping Alexis out of the pool of blood.
"Why don't you taste for yourself ?"Alexis leans Olivia into her tit, as a bash on the door interrupts them.
"Olivia ? You up ?"A man's articulation song from the other incline of the door.
"Uhh… don't come in, I'm getting curry !"Olivia yells, thoroughly startled."Get in the water closet,"she whispers to Alexis, throwing a black blanket over the pool of blood."You can come in now,"Olivia shouts, dressed in contraband denim and dark blue long sleeved under shirt. From storage locker's key-hole, Alexis sees a short, viking-esque man enter Olivia's room."Moring sweetheart,"the man says, giving Olivia hug, his head at her shoulder height."aurora 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 process. ‘ Well, we're boned'all three voices in Alexis's read/write head United States Department of State unanimously.
"Alexis ?"David province, 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 head, putting Olivia down."hold, I don't think I want to be intimate. I'll go take in breakfast, you two make your selves look decent."
To Be Continued… Maybe