I drink longly from the slit of blood she offered me
intoxicated just on her scent
I offer her my wrists to please her
and she grabs me swiftly,
throwing me down to her feet
I sob and sigh as she lifts me up
by my short hair
"anything to please"
i whisper murmerly
she towers above me
and claws at my back
a slow dull pain begins to spread
up my legs, into my thighs
around my center
up my belly
into my breasts
and down my arms
she slides her nails
over and over again
and i whimper
as the pain mixes with pleasure
all these thoughts leave my head
and i am left alone in my bed
In Inspiration I Leave You,
Wren Sparrow
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