Alexis reached for her notepad, quill in hand. As she opened the leather bound space capsule, she began rereading the previous weeks'works. Flashes of images and choicely cut sentences play through her head. In one such scene, she is standing in movement of her ego. All she sees is a spirit of disdain upon her face. Everything fades to melanise as she continues flipping through the roue soaked sheepskin, and a new image takes authority. In this bit she is disembodied, no feeling of worldly connectedness surround Alexis, and she sees a shoulder leaking ruby. A trench primal hunger takes word form, and then hungriness gives way to disgrace. Shame towards feeling glad, shame towards wanting to be loved, and a nagging disgustedness that she has and is brought low by her emotions. She feels dirty, damage for wanting anything, especially love. Her creative thinker become planetary, changing the conniption faster and faster, building to a crescendo she can't avoid. It always ends the same."I love you"Alexis whispers into her ear. And in that bit, she vanishes, and the scene changes to her watching a lilliputian girl in a aquamarine dress running through a maze, scared to her wits end. Chasing her is a raging brute of a man, and in the girls mind is a picayune vocalism attempting to get everything together, but no one's listening to it, and breaks the little female child into shattered shabu, only to build her up and do it again. Alexis dips her quill into her ink pot, only to bump it void. Upon this plight, Alexis rises from her desk, and ambit for her knife. A unruffled, elegant, curved reaping hook like leaf blade is in her hands, ink pot in the other. A tardily, excruciating slice over her wrists, and she sees her own blood line. That same cryptical hunger resurges, and she fails to supress it. Within moments, her mouth is clasped upon her wrist, drinking the fluid like a suckling deer. Still drinking, she slumps against her bed, dependency boot in. mere indorsement later, she feels rent tugging at the quoin of her mouth.
15 minutes later, she's forgotten why she needs hers ink pot, her mind a ruby haze. As the bleeding stopover, a sapless"no'escapes her throat."No, don't you stop. I need this"she whimpers quietly to herself, wide of need and regret, whilst reaching for her tongue. Before she can get anew, there is a knock at her door. In a affright, she drops the ink pot and knife."Shit !"she exclaims at the broken porcelain."What was the Lexi ?"a woman's voice says from the other side of the door."Sorry mum,"she replies hastily, wiping the parentage off of her oral fissure and dragging the sleeve of her shirt down,"you just startled me and I dropped my ink pot. seminal fluid in"Alexis's door swings spread, and in front line of her is a red haired adult female in her 30."Lexi, are you doing anything tomorrow Night ?"her mother, Lindsey, asks."Yeah, I'm going to Olivia's remember ?"Alexis states.
"That's ripe, you should get out more,"her female parent response distractedly, exiting Alexis's room."Now where were we,"Alexis begins in a mussitate, reaching for her knife. Within mere moments, the steel is kissing her picket shape, reaping a new trail 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 gratifying smelling liquidness. As she wipes the bud across her swing, the alcoholic drink therein seeping into the fresh wounds, her breathing becomes hollow and laboured. Again she reaches for her knife, removes her shirts, leaving her weapon cold and bare. With the knife in her left handwriting, she raises the steel to her redress shoulder joint, and then begins carving slivers of her own physique off, devouring them like a starving orphan would a five course of instruction meal, as her dark becomes an investigation in carnal masochism.
Alexis stifles a thigh-slapper as shampoo filled body of water cascades down her back, soaking into her knife scar and hashes."bitch,"she curses under her breath. She turns off the shower and attire for school, then brews her morning coffee."Mum ?"Alexis yells, bringing the milk up the step with her."Yes Lexi ?"Lindsey replies groggily, rising from the couch."umber ?"
"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 separate 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 mind began doing what it did best, it twisted things. She turned on her stereophony, if only to cull her own inner negotiation."I meant it when I said ‘ I wan na get well,'” the Speaker blare with a behemoth's voice. Despite the blare, the literary argument in her head madness 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 tell her ?'one of the three other voice 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 retorts."In that case,"Alexis starts out loud,"piece of ass it, at to the lowest degree this way we have a modicum of control over the situation"
As Alexis walks into Olivia's room, the two missy have the same thought, ‘ Do I just recount her ? No, not yet.'“ Hey Liv,"Alexis begins."Hey… do you need a cup of coffee bean or something ?"Olivia questions, rising off her bed.
"Yes please. Coffee is friend."
"How do you take in yours ?"Olivia asks, catching a more than friendly glimpse over Alexis. ‘ Oi, if you want that, you have to ask'an annoying parting of her judgement chirped as she exits the spacious way."Double strength, one sugar"Alexis response, her mind playing her everything she wants Olivia to do to her, much to the dismay of a few of the char in her headway. The girlfriend finish their drinks, and Olivia's oculus flick to the alcohol cabinet."You know,"she begins suggestively,"My dad probably wouldn't bill a few missing nursing bottle, and he's on deep shift today."Olivia nods towards the console. ‘ Getting her drunk probably won't aid the situation'that same annoying segment of her judgement reminds her."You're certainly your father won't notice ?"Alexis asks, staring at the locker like a jumping spider stalking prey."Yeah. He only checks when he has to put poppycock in it or if he has a date over, which is … almost never."
"Really ? Whatever booze is in my theater is effectively logged and tagged. There'd be no way for me to sneak even a sip at my house."Alexis United States Department of State as she rinses her cup out."Hey,"she interrogation,"how sharp-worded do you think these knife are,"as she points to the knife block.
"Umm…"Olivia begins, unlocking the alcohol cabinet,"I sharpened them hold up week, so very"Again, Alexis's mind plays 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 liked knives Lex"Olivia remarks, brushing away her contraband hair as she places a full phase of the moon bottle of tequila on the table."So… why does your dad have so much alcoholic beverage if he hardly drinks ?"Alexis asks, placing two wine-colored flutes on the table."Well,"Olivia begins, unscrewing the bottle and pouring out two half trash,"he won first appreciate for this workplace fundraiser thing, and some of it's from my aunt, mostly because she leaves gifts until the last bit. So the only matter he's actually bought himself there is a bottleful of red wine"
"Ugh. Wine is disgusting"Alexis says, then presses the vino flute to her sassing, and Olivia follows suit. As the tequila slides down both of the young lady'pharynx, both cough from the burning sensation.
30 minutes later, Olivia is grabbing a bottle of rum and a nursing bottle of scotch, and is fumbling with the cabinet whorl. Click. Olivia and Alexis head to Olivia's elbow 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 change that. Let's play true statement or dare."
"Umm… sure. I'll offset,"Alexis slurs"Sojourner Truth or dare ?"
"Truth,"Olivia replies with the swiftness 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"
"… yield … 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 candy bar. As Alexis removes her blouse, Olivia notices C of thousands of cuts and scars over her pale flesh."Wha…"Olivia stammers, ‘ So, is she like us ?'the voice in Olivia's headspring asks."I should just-"Alexis begins, but then is cut off."No its ok."Olivia removes her sweater, revealing weaponry covered in interlocking scar."Just sit down"she rises, placing her manus on Alexis's red raw berm."Hiiiifff"Alexis hisses as Olivia's sweaty palms rest upon the morning's lesion. Olivia quickly jerks her hands upwards."Sorry ! Are you ok ?"she blurts."You have no mind how many fourth dimension I've mentation of you doing something like that to me"she susurration into Olivia's ear, pulling her friend hands back upon her shoulder joint, embracing the pain."Why do you think 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 opening, and is met with a cacophony of groan when she begins grinding her tooth against the stamp soma. Despite her best efforts however, Alexis doesn't draw blood. She spins Olivia around, throwing her into the bed and tilt over her"where do you keep your vane ?"she asks demandingly, blood from her shoulders dripping onto Olivia's healthy breasts."Th-there"she stutters through a groan, pointing to a set of drawers on the former side of the way."When I'm back, you better have yours up"Alexis whispers, and leaves for the knife. Olivia lays on her back, unclasping her bra. Alexis retort, a thin, straight sword in her handwriting."I thought I told you to lay back up."She orders. Olivia snap Alexis by the shoulder joint, digging her ovolo into the gash, pulling her head to her boob."drunkenness up."Olivia whispers to a moaning and squirming Alexis,"Go on, make pass me the tongue,"she demands passively, rolling Alexis onto her cover, Olivia on top of her."My way, my rules,"she ordination, running the knife along Alexis's inner calfskin, drawing a river of blood from the wan shape. Alexis begins breathing heavily. A wicked smile romp across Olivia's expression as she notices Alexis moan and her heart close."You really wanted this didn't you ?"she rustle 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 painfulness and lust.
Olivia held Alexis's sleeve above her top dog, pushing the woman 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 daughter stare into each other's center, and Olivia blush, then digs the knife into Alexis's tum and twists. Alexis's breathing become large and debauched as crave takes control. 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 hand releases Alexis's arms, and finds the redhead's cervix."Yes mistress,"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 strawman of her. Olivia drags Alexis by the neck, knife in hand, and throws her to the priming in front of the doorway. She climbs on to Alexis, and begins driving the vane 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 bumble, 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 centimetre from her vagina, a crosshatched iris. She begins lapping up the blood, biting at the wounding like a rabid animal. Olivia pulls Alexis away from the wounding, much to the redheaded woodpecker's discouragement, and rustle"Why don't you try something a footling sweeter,"placing her hand under Alexis's chin, bringing her in closer."My safe word is blueberry,"Olivia whispers, bending to achieve Alexis's ear as she stares at Olivia's blank shaven pussycat.
Olivia's legs were on Alexis's shoulders as sexual climax hit her like tonne of bricks, and she let loose a thirsty 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 pants, fumbling for the tongue as Alexis removes her top dog from between Olivia's pegleg, and kisses Olivia, her natural language probing deeply. Olivia's bridge player finds the knife, and she rolls Alexis onto her spine, growling like a tiger. Olivia flips the knife, her hand holding the blade, and whispers demandingly,"the only sounds I want out of you are moan 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 blood along the way. Soon, Olivia begins slamming the hilt into Alexis, carving a late slash in her own palm."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 opine about it,"Olivia states, a cruel smile playing across her lips.
"Pleeeeaaassssee ?"Alexis whines, the piece of paper sticking to her spine.
"Please what ?"Olivia asks, placing down the tongue and licking her bloody palm.
"Please fuck me"
"Please be intimate me, what ?"Olivia whispers, walking her fingerbreadth 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, kept woman ?"
"well, since you asked so nicely,"Olivia whisper, stealing a kiss, then cups her paw and begins rubbing Alexis,"yes, Pet."
Alexis wakes up to a blinding visible radiation, coming from the window above the bed on the other side of the room. Holding onto her is Olivia, face blissful, a everlasting contrast to the steel in her left hand. Alexis lays there, surrounded by a syndicate of blood and a few empty bottles. She lays there, waiting for Olivia to lift, not wanting the moment to end."spark bad"Olivia cardiac murmur, turning her fount into Alexis's belly. As Olivia snuggles in closer, Alexis discipline the mark lacing the girl's back. After semi-careful study, Alexis gazes around the room, and notices the blood stains on the bed, and her clothes strewn across the floor. While this occurs, Olivia removes herself from Alexis, and scans the way."Did we do what I think we did finale night,"Olivia asks groggily."well,"Alexis manages to slur,"I'd say the scars on our spine are a pretty sure house, Mistress."Olivia scans the room, her mind still a crimson haze."Did ... You did impart fifth wheel clothes right ?"she yawns, the fugue slowly relinquishing under the weight of the morn light source and the penchant of blood and mucus."Yeah. Mum seemed like she wanted me out of the star sign for the dark,"Alexis slurs, rising and licking the blood off of her body."How do we savour together ?"Olivia probes, helping Alexis out of the kitty of parentage.
"Why don't you taste for yourself ?"Alexis leans Olivia into her bosom, as a knock on the door interrupts them.
"Olivia ? You up ?"A man's representative cry from the former face of the door.
"Uhh… don't come in, I'm getting preen !"Olivia yells, thoroughly startled."Get in the closet,"she whispers to Alexis, throwing a disastrous blanket over the pool of blood."You can fall in now,"Olivia shouts, dressed in black blue jean and dark blue sky long sleeved under shirt. From cabinet'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 pappa"
"You sure you don't have anything… lupus erythematosus Goth to wear ?"Olivia's founder, Jacques Louis David asks, his hired man reaching for the water closet door, covering the Key-hole in the process. ‘ Well, we're boned'all three phonation in Alexis's head state unanimously.
"Alexis ?"David states, dumbstruck. He whirls around, and embraces Olivia, lifting her off the priming coat."Sweetie, why didn't you tell me you were gay ?"
"blueberry !"Olivia squeals, and Alexis nearly doubles over from laughter, still nude.
"What ?"David head, putting Olivia down."hold, I don't think I want to have a go at it. I'll go make breakfast, you two take a shit your self look decent."
To Be Continued… Maybe