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Brushing the tips of your hair across my palm as my eyes scan the subtle curves of your face. I allow my gaze to take a pleasant stroll over your features, the fingers of my left hand now gently intertwining into your hair; leaning even closer and is now being held by your sweet scent - I can see you sense my closeness as I observe your bosom increase in its rise and fall routine, the muscles in your jaw gracefully tense. I slowly wrap your hair around my palm and curl my fingers over the top; I pull gently but hard enough for you to flinch slightly until your shoulder bumps against my leg. I lift my right hand and then graze the backs of my fingers along your cheekbone; dipping my head I nuzzle the tip of my nose along the shell of your ear and my breath rattles within it as I whisper, "whore." I splay the fingers that presently probe your silky soft cheek, the crimson blush rising across it my sign that I am getting under your skin - my sign that the infection is beginning to spread. My fingers again walk slowly along your jawline to your chin, my index finger extending to skate along the edge of your pouty, trembling bottom lip, and then it slips over the apex of your chin and down the center of your throat, all the while my left hand pulling harder, gripping tighter on the fistfull of hair it now claims as its own. I feel your shoulder compress into my leg, my right hand clamps around the narrow column of your throat and my left jerks your hair hard, my right foot now pressing down hard onto yours and I growl gently into your ear as I feel the lump in your throat slither beneath my palm. I growl deep and gently as my lips skate along your ear, whispering, "I want to stain you - I want to feed of your tears for they are my muse to life itself." I smile at the expression in your eyes, my hold becoming more possessive, the grip on your throat more uncomfortable, the tremble of your lips now becoming uncontrollable, my whisper seemingly colder, "you ask for mercy in that childish gaze? you fear for your safety from me? little one...I haven't even broken the ice between us yet." I loosen my grip (just a little) around your throat but still have a firm hold as I whisper, "The irony here is that you flash that "poor little girl" stare at me and you think that I cannot see the truth it actually screams - a truth it screams far louder than even the most obnoxious heavy metal singer. Do you know what it says?" I chuckle as my whisper grows chilling, "you think you ask for mercy but the little girl does not want to feel safe, she needs...aches...craves for drama. There is that place in your heart that is far too dark for you to see into nor do you even want to know what's in there, but that forbidden knowledge is exactly what keeps you from sleeping at night and guides your fingers to your fuckmeat every time you think no one is looking, regardless of where you are or what time it may be." I again tighten the hold around your throat as my lips flick over the folds of your ear, "There are pages in the book of your life that you have never read, kept from you by your parents, your friends, hell even by you yourself - some of these pages are yet unwritten, waiting for an author to write his story that would complete the messed up evil needs of the innocent little girl. you burn to be that little girl again, the little girl that needs to do shameful dirty things, that needs to be treated like an animal and needs to know that the man she does these things for will not judge her - no he rather would accept you because of these things." I chuckle softly and growl gently, "For in his service you know that there is nothing you will be blamed for, no matter how despicable or degrading they may be, because you do them to serve and he knows this. The responsibility of blame is completely his and you are just a little girl doing what she is told. So I know why you really mean when you look at me like that bitch.