"I will ruin you baby," he whispers digging his nails into my hips sending a chill cascading down my spine.
"Then ruin me Jude, ruin me till there's nothing left of me." I spoke softly, "make me feel something, make me feel anything, make me feel al...
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Darling audience, you must know that I did a very bad thing today.
I watched her often, Coraline.
I watched the way she walked, with unwavering confident strides that made it appear as though she owned the room. The way she wore her uniform a size smaller because she knew it made her look practically delectable, the way her tight white button-down was slightly see-through and I could see the color of her bra. I was never the envious type but somehow I found myself jealous, jealous of the way her tie wrapped tightly around her neck. She'd look pretty with my hands around her neck.
Coraline had a killer body, there was no denying that she was the most attractive woman I'd ever seen.
I watched the way she bit her full lower lip when she got nervous or felt like she was being observed too closely, like her walls were crumbling at my words. The way her fox-like chestnut brown eyes never broke eye contact with anyone to assert dominance, but when she could never look me in the eye. The way when she deliberately bent over slightly in front of me to pick up her glitter pen, I could see her white panties through her thin black tights. She glanced up at me apologetically and perhaps a lesser being would've perceived that as innocence but I knew better than to assume there was anything pure about this girl.
Most importantly I watched the effect my words had on her, she didn't seem like to type to burst out in tears at the slightest insult, she was obviously the kind of girl who was used to getting her way. When I spoke to her I made sure to deliver the stone-cold truth that clearly no one at this goddamn school had ever bothered to utter in her presence. My friends always scolded me for having no filter and I never intend on fixing that. I expected her to be all over me the second she found out about my fame like everyone else, but it was almost as though she despised me even more for it.
