could feel the blood pounding in my ears as wind rushed pasted
me. My heart was pounding in my chest as I saw the gleam of the
needle. A scream escaped my lips. The only light in this place
was the candle on the far table.
the noise in the room was pounding against my ears. I could see
faint marks on the ground beside me and puddles of blood. How
many girls had been killed this way? I could hear nails
click against the floor boards. I wonder who will kill me
first the rats or this person. My mind wandered off to how
many people had sat in this chair just like me waiting for their
final moments of life to end.
drew out a knife and pressed it to my neck. The cold touch of the
blade grazed my skin. I winced a little and to his pleasure he
just smiled and licked the blood off the knife. He bent down to
place his lips against my cheek. His lips circle my skin but
never actually pressing down and kissing me.
was torture. I had never been more hurt in my life. Tears began
to stream down my face I could taste their saltiness. He was so
tempting to me and I wanted to kiss him back so much. I wanted to
trace my mouth over his and kiss him. I wanted to feel his lips
press against my soft lips. I wanted to taste the sweetness of
Stop that, you
aren't allow to think that way about him. Then his lips
began to linger against mind and I could taste the blood that
rested on his lips. I traced my lips against his almost ready to
press down. He opened his mouth a little more and drove the
needle into my lips. He pulled the needle tight through the first
stitching and went onto the next
time he drove the needle deeper into my lips and every time he
muffled out my screams with his hand. I could taste the blood on
my lips warming my mouth. I could taste all the salt in my mouth
almost throwing it back up. He tilted my head forcing me to
shallow down my own blood.
finished with the last stitch pulling it tight on my lips. The
black thread in lips was thick and wouldn't break. Blood dried on
my lips. He traced his lips on mine once more teasing me with the
thought that he would give me my first kiss.
walked away from me blowing out the candle leaving me there to
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