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𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰

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𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰. - 𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓷𝔂 𝓗𝓲𝓵𝓵.

"What's going on?" Ray asked quietly as they finally reached their destination. She didn't respond, instead grabbing her bag and stepping out of the car. It was just the two of them, but Ray knew others were around just in case anything went down. They slipped their gun into their pants before getting out of the car, standing in the dirt road where she wanted to speak.

"How do you know Teresa?" She asked. Ray didn't respond, their eyes glued on the pink pistol that she aimed toward them. They put their hands up, watching Her every move as they spoke.

"We served at her party. That's all. You know her more than me. Why?" Ray responded back. She sighed in relief, slumping against the car before looking around again. She was more distraught than usual, Ray being worried for their boss that always held it together.

"I could tell you're honest. You haven't crossed me yet. I've been trailing her. She robbed me blind, Ray. She came over, slipped something in my drink and robbed me fucking blind! And then I see you..can't help but think you're in on it-"

"I promise you I'm not. I just overheard arguing and wanted to make sure Professor Stone was okay-"

"So she is your professor!" She hissed while waving the gun. She looked coked out, frantic even. She was pacing back and forth, Ray just staring in complete fear. Her usual put together aura completely vanished, the woman in sweats and her curls wild as she rubbed her nose.

"I just..I'll have to kill everyone. I'll have to kill her whole family."

"Hey..hey..let's not go there. What can I do to help?" Ray asked for Dianne's sake. They weren't too sure what the connection was here, but the pieces were slowly starting to fit as they walked over to Her who leaned against the car with tears streaming down her face.

"I don't know. What do you think you can do? I need help Ray. She took everything, even my client list for my legit business. I've been tryna go legit this whole time just like you and now..I'm fucked." She sobbed. Ray held Her as she cried into their chest. They felt wrung out. Pulled in different directions.

"It's okay, I got you. Just give me the gun and let me drive you home, okay?"

"You're so sweet. I wouldn't want to have to kill you." She sniffed. Ray rolled their teary eyes before slowly taking the gun from Her hand, Her body pressed against the car. She looked down at their lips before leaning in, kissing them softly. Ray kissed her back, their eyes squeezed shut as they reminded themselves that this was solely to calm Her down.

"Yeah, I got you. It's okay. I'll figure it out." Ray whispered against her mouth. She nodded, her eyes following Ray's lips as they pulled away from her. Ray walked to the drivers seat, wiping their lips quickly as they hopped into the drivers seat.

"Can you roll me up?"

"Of course. Tell me everything I need to know about Teresa and her daughter so I can get your stuff back."

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Dianne sighed as she stepped out of the shower. She was exhausted, her face puffy from the intense cry she had as she drove home. She wanted nothing more than to be free from her mother, the woman tearing up at the thought as she moisturized her body.

She wasn't sure how late it was, Dianne lighting a cigarette as she walked downstairs to pour herself a glass of wine. It stung, the woman downing her cup before pouring another one. She downed it again, and again and again until she felt sick to her stomach. She chugged some water , Dianne inhaling from her cigarette when the click of the lock to her front door startled her.

"Don't move." Ray's voice was cold, the gun in their hand and their face covered in a mask as they stared at their professor's naked body from behind. The welts and scars were all too familiar, Ray's mind drifting back to the party they served for Her and Teresa.

It was you..

"Teresa is the abuser that you call the soldier in your journal...It was you kneeling at that party, wasn't it?" Ray asked as they walked closer. The cold gun touched the center of Dianne's naked back causing her to break into goosebumps. She smiled knowing Ray wouldn't be able to see her peeling her gun from under the counter as she responded.

"Hi Desirée. I knew your voice was familiar." She turned, her gun pressed against their hardened cock as she stared down at their now parted lips that were exposed through their ski mask. Ray froze, the cold metal against their clothed crotch causing them to nearly whimper.

"Yeah..get on your knees." Ray swallowed hard, the gun in their hand slipping into Dianne's as they kneeled, both guns aimed at them from above. She smiled widely, her bare body covered in old marks and hematomas that stained her skin. She was still so beautiful, Ray wanting nothing more than to kiss each one and learn their story.

"I'm not sure what's going on here, but I know it involves Celèna and my mother Teresa. I read your journal the same way you read mine, except I didn't make it obvious. So you want to know what you have to worry about?! Huh?!" Dianne yelled as she ripped Ray's ski mask from their face , pulling their hair in the process causing them to hiss while glaring up at her.

"Them. Every single person that you're involved with."

"Who is Celèna?" Ray crooked since Dianne held their head in the same position.

"Her. She. Whatever you call Her. That's Celèna, my mother's best friend and business partner for as long as I can remember. These people are dangerous, Desirée. What are you doing?" Dianne asked softly as she let go of their hair. Ray held her hips as they stood, their faces close as a tear spilled down her cheek.

"Nothing I haven't been doing for a long time, Dianne. Your mother did something bad and now....Celèna wants both of your heads. You need to help yourself by helping me. Please.. she thinks I'm apart of it." The fear in Ray's voice tore Dianne apart a little more than she expected. They were nothing more than a scared little girl in Dianne's eyes, the woman touching the side of their face.

"Okay. I'll do what I can. I just need one thing from you. Just one." Dianne whispered.

"Anything."

"Stop being reckless. These people are evil..." Dianne breathed as she bumped her nose against Ray's.

Ray didn't hesitate any longer, suddenly pulling the woman's naked body against their fully clothed one as they devoured her mouth with theirs. Their urgency shocked Dianne, the woman moaning in surprise before melting completely. Their heads twisted and turned slowly, their tongues caressing and hugging each other as bodies of spit moistened their lips.

Dianne moaned, pulling Ray closer causing them to lift her up, Dianne gasping as their bulge touched her wet center as they placed her on the counter. Their kiss grew animalistic, the sound of their wet mouths filling the room when suddenly Dianne pushed Ray away while covering her mouth, panting deeply. Ray was panting as well, both of them with wild looks on their face as they wiped their lips.

"I-I um.."

"N-no don't apologize I just...you have to go." Dianne whimpered while touching her face with a cold palm. Ray nodded, stumbling slightly causing Dianne to giggle under her breath as they grabbed their gun and mask before scurrying out of the house.

God damn..that was a kiss..

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