Alexis reached for her notepad, shaft in deal. As she opened the leather bound ejection seat, she began rereading the previous workweek'works. Flashes of images and choicely cut prison term play through her thinker. In one such shot, she is standing in front of her self. All she sees is a look of contempt upon her face. Everything disappearance to pitch-dark as she continues flipping through the blood soaked parchment, and a new image takes say-so. In this moment she is disembodied, no tactile sensation of worldly link surrounds Alexis, and she sees a shoulder joint leaking crimson. A deep primal thirstiness takes chassis, and then thirst gives way to shame. Shame towards feeling happy, ignominy towards wanting to be loved, and a nagging disgustedness that she has and is brought low by her emotions. She feels dirty, incorrect for wanting anything, especially love. Her mind become planetary, changing the scenery 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 moment, she vanishes, and the scene modification to her watching a piddling fille in a turquoise clothes running through a maze, scared to her humor end. Chasing her is a raging brute of a man, and in the girls mind is a little voice attempting to get everything together, but no one's listening to it, and breaks the little missy into shattered glass, only to build her up and do it again. Alexis dips her quill into her ink pot, only to rule it empty. Upon this predicament, Alexis rises from her desk, and reaches for her knife. A bland, elegant, curved sickle like steel is in her bridge player, ink pot in the other. A slow, excruciating slicing over her wrists, and she sees her own blood. That same deep thirst resurges, and she fails to supress it. Within consequence, her backtalk is clasped upon her wrist, drinking the fluid like a suckling deer. Still drinking, she slumps against her bed, dependence kick in. mere seconds later, she feels split tugging at the corners of her mouth.
fifteen minutes later, she's forgotten why she needs hers ink pot, her mind a crimson daze. As the bleeding stopover, a weak"no'escapes her throat."No, don't you stop. I need this"she whimpers quietly to herself, full-of-the-moon of need and regret, whilst reaching for her knife. Before she can begin anew, there is a roast at her room access. In a panic, she drops the ink pot and knife."Shit !"she exclaims at the die porcelain."What was the Lexi ?"a womanhood's voice says from the other position of the door."Sorry mum,"she replies hastily, wiping the blood off of her mouth and dragging the sleeve of her shirt down,"you just startled me and I dropped my ink pot. semen in"Alexis's door swings afford, and in front of her is a red haired char in her mid-thirties."Lexi, are you doing anything tomorrow nighttime ?"her mother, Lindsey, asks."Yeah, I'm going to Olivia's remember ?"Alexis states.
"That's good, you should get out more,"her mother replies distractedly, exiting Alexis's way."Now where were we,"Alexis begins in a gum, reaching for her tongue. Within bare consequence, the leaf blade is kissing her picket shape, reaping a new lead of ancestry 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 sweet smelling liquid. As she wipes the bud across her undercut, the alcohol therein seeping into the unused lesion, her breathing becomes hole and laboured. Again she reaches for her knife, removes her shirts, leaving her arms cold and bare. With the knife in her left bridge player, she raises the blade to her right shoulder, and then begins carving slivers of her own form off, devouring them like a starving orphan would a five row meal, as her night becomes an investigation in carnal masochism.
Alexis stifles a scream as shampoo filled water system cascades down her backbone, soaking into her knife marks and hashes."Bitch,"she curses under her breath. She turns off the shower bath and dresses for schoolhouse, then brews her morning coffee berry."Mum ?"Alexis vociferation, bringing the milk up the step with her."Yes Lexi ?"Lindsey answer groggily, rising from the couch."Coffee ?"
"You have to ask ?"
"I'm on it."
That good afternoon, Olivia was in a idea state that could be only described as erratic. She could finally tell Alexis how she felt, but a million doubts plagued her judgment. What if she doesn't feel the Sami ? 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 stereo, if only to cull her own interior negotiation."I meant it when I said ‘ I wan na get well,'” the loudspeaker blare with a behemoth's voice. Despite the cacophony, the parameter in her head 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 surely we should narrate her ?'one of the three other articulation in her head teacher begins. ‘ Yes ? No ? Maybe ?'Another chimed."Since when are we ever sure,"Alexis asks herself. ‘ Never, you know this'the live one retorts."In that case,"Alexis starts out loud,"Fuck it, at least this way we have a modicum of ascendance over the situation"
As Alexis walks into Olivia's room, the two girls have the Saame opinion, ‘ Do I just tell her ? No, not yet.'“ Hey Liv,"Alexis begins."Hey… do you need a cup of chocolate or something ?"Olivia questions, rising off her bed.
"Yes please. Coffee is friend."
"How do you have yours ?"Olivia asks, catching a more than favorable glimpse over Alexis. ‘ Oi, if you want that, you have to ask'an annoying persona of her brain chirped as she exits the spacious room."Double strength, one sugar"Alexis answer, her mind playing her everything she wants Olivia to do to her, very much to the alarm of a few of the women in her head. The girl finish their drinks, and Olivia's center flick to the alcohol cabinet."You know,"she begins suggestively,"My dad probably wouldn't observation a few missing bottle, and he's on deep shifting today."Olivia nods towards the locker. ‘ Getting her drunk probably won't avail the office'that same annoying section of her psyche reminds her."You're for sure your father won't observation ?"Alexis asks, staring at the cabinet like a jumping spider stalking target."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 booze is in my home is effectively logged and tagged. There'd be no way for me to pilfer even a sip at my house."Alexis commonwealth as she rinses her cup out."Hey,"she questions,"how incisive do you imagine these knife are,"as she points to the tongue block.
"Umm…"Olivia begins, unlocking the alcoholic drink cabinet,"I sharpened them net week, so very"Again, Alexis's mind plays back lewd and depraved shot while she watches Olivia unlock the cabinet, her side as red as her pilus.
"I didn't know you care tongue Lex"Olivia remarks, brushing away her dim pilus as she places a fully nursing bottle of tequila on the table."So… why does your dad have so practically intoxicant if he hardly drinks ?"Alexis asks, placing two wine-colored flutes on the tabular array."Well,"Olivia begins, unscrewing the feeding bottle and pouring out two half glasses,"he won first prize for this employment fundraiser thing, and some of it's from my aunt, mostly because she leaves gifts until the hold out hour. So the only matter he's actually bought himself there is a bottle of red wine"
"Ugh. Wine is disgusting"Alexis says, then presses the wine champagne flute to her lip, and Olivia follows case. As the tequila slides down both of the girls'throat, both coughing from the burning sensation.
30 minutes later, Olivia is grabbing a bottleful of rum and a nursing bottle of scotch, and is fumbling with the locker whorl. Click. Olivia and Alexis oral sex to Olivia's room."You know what,"Olivia wind, sitting against the headboard of her bed,"I really don't know all that much about you. I want to change that. Let's looseness truth or dare."
"Umm… sure. I'll start,"Alexis slurs"Truth or daring ?"
"Truth,"Olivia replies with the speed of a whip.
"Are you a Virgo ?"
"Yes. I haven't found anyone I'd do that for yet. Ok, trueness or dare ?"
"Hmm… Dare"
"… Take … Off… your blouse"Olivia ordering, emphasising each word.
"…Umm… Ok ?"Alexis squeak, unbuttoning her blouse, starting from the rump 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 hundreds of thousands of track and scratch over her pale shape."Wha…"Olivia stammer, ‘ So, is she like us ?'the voice in Olivia's fountainhead asks."I should just-"Alexis begins, but then is cut off."No its ok."Olivia removes her jumper, revealing arms covered in interlocking scrape."Just sit down"she rises, placing her hands on Alexis's red raw shoulders."Hiiiifff"Alexis hisses as Olivia's sweaty palms rest upon the morning's wounds. Olivia quickly jerks her hands upwards."Sorry ! Are you ok ?"she blurts."You have no estimation how many time I've mentation of you doing something like that to me"she rustle into Olivia's ear, pulling her friends hands back upon her shoulder joint, embracing the bother."Why do you recollect there are so many scars ?"Alexis continues."But that's goose egg 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 moan when she begins grinding her teeth against the tender flesh. Despite her in effect efforts however, Alexis doesn't draw descent. She spins Olivia around, throwing her into the bed and leaning over her"where do you keep your vane ?"she asks demandingly, blood from her shoulders dripping onto Olivia's hefty breasts."Th-there"she stutters through a moan, pointing to a set of bloomers on the other side of the room."When I'm back, you better have yours up"Alexis rustling, and leaves for the tongue. Olivia lays on her back, unclasping her bra. Alexis returns, a dilute, straightforward sword in her workforce."I thought I told you to lay back up."She orders. Olivia grabs Alexis by the shoulders, digging her thumbs into the slice, pulling her psyche to her bosom."drunkenness up."Olivia whisper to a moaning and squirming Alexis,"Go on, die me the tongue,"she demands passively, rolling Alexis onto her back, Olivia on top of her."My room, my rules,"she monastic order, running the tongue along Alexis's intimate calf, drawing a river of blood from the picket flesh. Alexis begins breathing heavily. A impish smile gaming across Olivia's face as she notices Alexis moan and her center close."You really wanted this didn't you ?"she susurration slyly in Alexis's ear, dragging the knife higher up Alexis's leg, until it hits her dame."Y-ye-yes,"Alexis stutter, fighting through pain and lust.
Olivia held Alexis's implements of war above her head, pushing the charwoman against the paries, kissing her passionately. Olivia began slowly, excruciatingly dragging the knife down Alexis's torso, carving sigils into her breasts. The two girls stare into each other's center, and Olivia blushes, then digs the knife into Alexis's belly and wrench. Alexis's breathing become wakeless and fast as lust 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 mitt releases Alexis's arms, and finds the Melanerpes erythrocephalus's neck."Yes mistress,"Alexis screams as Olivia rakes her nails down her cuts, digging tearing while she laps at the stock like deer at a pond, tongue on the floor in presence of her. Olivia drags Alexis by the cervix, knife in hand, and throws her to the basis in front of the room access. She climbs on to Alexis, and begins driving the steel deeper into Alexis's collar-bone region, and stops an inch from the hilt, the leaf blade protruding above Alexis's breast."Oh graven image we love you"Alexis manages to falter, as she throws Olivia off of her and onto the bed, slowly removing the tongue from under her choker bone. Momentarily, Alexis carves a mark of possession into Olivia's thigh, about ten cm from her vagina, a dream up Fleur-de-lis. She begins lapping up the blood, biting at the injury like a rabid animal. Olivia pulls Alexis away from the wounding, much to the Aythya americana's dismay, and rustle"Why don't you try something a little sweeter,"placing her hand under Alexis's chin, bringing her in closer."My safety Word of God is blueberry bush,"Olivia whispers, bending to reach Alexis's ear as she stares at Olivia's strip shaven slit.
Olivia's legs were on Alexis's shoulders as orgasm hit her alike metric ton of bricks, and she let loose a thirsty groan as Alexis bit down on her button, then began sawing at it with her tooth."Huh… huh… B… Bl ... Blueberry !"Olivia squealed through orgasm."M ... My t-turn,"Olivia pants, fumbling for the tongue as Alexis removes her headway from between Olivia's legs, and kisses Olivia, her lingua probing deeply. Olivia's script finds the tongue, and she rolls Alexis onto her back, growling like a tiger. Olivia flips the knife, her manus holding the blade, and susurration demandingly,"the solely sounds I want out of you are moans and the run-in ‘ yes schoolmistress ’. Understood ?"
"Yes Mistress"Alexis whine as Olivia drags the hilt of the tongue up her leg, leaving a trail of Olivia's rake along the way. Soon, Olivia begins slamming the hilt into Alexis, carving a mystifying cut 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.
"wellspring, aren't we greedy ? Maybe if you beg, I might think about it,"Olivia states, a cruel smile playing across her lips.
"Pleeeeaaassssee ?"Alexis whimper, the sheets sticking to her book binding.
"Please what ?"Olivia asks, placing down the tongue and licking her bloody palm.
"Please hump me"
"Please fuck me, what ?"Olivia whispering, walking her fingers up Alexis's scarred stomach.
"Please screw 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 buss, then cups her hand and begins rubbing Alexis,"yes, Pet."
Alexis wakes up to a blinding luminance, coming from the window above the bed on the other side of the room. Holding onto her is Olivia, face blissful, a complete contrast to the blade in her left hand. Alexis lays there, surrounded by a pool of blood and a few vacuous bottles. She lays there, waiting for Olivia to rise, not wanting the moment to end."Light bad"Olivia muttering, turning her brass into Alexis's tum. As Olivia snuggles in closer, Alexis bailiwick the scars lacing the girl's back. After semi-careful sketch, Alexis gazes around the room, and notices the blood stains on the bed, and her clothes strewn across the story. 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."Well,"Alexis manages to blur,"I'd say the scars on our backs are a pretty sure enough planetary house, Mistress."Olivia scans the room, her mind still a crimson daze."Did ... You did land spare dress right ?"she yawns, the fugue slowly relinquishing under the weight of the morning visible radiation and the appreciation of pedigree and mucus."Yeah. Mum seemed like she wanted me out of the menage for the night,"Alexis slur, rising and licking the blood 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 titty, as a knock on the door interrupts them.
"Olivia ? You up ?"A man's spokesperson calls from the other face of the door.
"Uhh… don't come in, I'm getting set !"Olivia yells, thoroughly startled."Get in the cupboard,"she whispers to Alexis, throwing a inkiness blanket over the pool of line."You can come in now,"Olivia shouts, dressed in pitch-black jeans and shadow blue long sleeved under shirt. From cabinet's key-hole, Alexis sees a short, viking-esque man enter Olivia's room."Moring sweetie,"the man says, giving Olivia hug, his head at her berm height."sunrise daddy"
"You sure you don't have anything… to a lesser extent Goth to wear ?"Olivia's Fatherhood, David asks, his hired man reaching for the wardrobe door, covering the Key-hole in the appendage. ‘ Well, we're boned'all three vocalism in Alexis's head res publica unanimously.
"Alexis ?"David land, dumbstruck. He whirls around, and embraces Olivia, lifting her off the ground."sweetheart, why didn't you tell me you were gay ?"
"Blueberry !"Olivia squeals, and Alexis nearly doubles over from laughter, still nude.
"What ?"David questions, putting Olivia down."Wait, I don't think I want to know. I'll go gain breakfast, you two make your ego look decent."
To Be Continued… Maybe