Y/n has a crazy addiction that some people find outrageous but others find hot. Her therapist tries to help her off her addiction but she met a guy who takes her whole candle toxic play to a whole another level. Will Siying be able to save you? Or W...
The wax continues to drip, I watch, mesmerized, as the molten liquid hardens, creating a smooth, textured surface.
But it's not enough. I need more.
When she nods, answering my question.
I carefully $1i¢e through the ₩₳♓︎, ₽££1¡ng it off in sections.
Yn h¡ss£s and m0₳ns as the b1ad£ n¡¢ks her sk¡n, drawing tiny beads of b100d to the surface.
G-This is me m₳rk¡ng what's mine.
I growl, 1£an¡ng in to 1a₽ at the freshly ¢ut w0unds. The sting of my ₮0n₲ue e1¡¢¡ts a ₽1£a$ur£d wh¡m₽er from Yn, and I can't help but feel a twisted sense of pride.
G-No matter what, you will never be able to get away from me.
I huffed against her skin.
G-Because when you look at these $¢ars, you will think of me.
I continued, s1¡¢¡ng and ₽ee1¡ng away the hardened thick ₩₳♓︎, ƒ⋃€₭¡n₲ loving, the way Yn's ₿0₫¥ responds.
She is nothing but putty in my h₳nds, completely at my ƒ⋃€k¡n₲ m£r¢¥, ₿0₫¥ tr£mb1¡ng for me, and I intend to savor every second of it.
Y-Gauge, this is t00 much, take the b1¡ndf01d 0ƒ⨘ at least, let me t0⋓⊂h you~
Yn whimpers, her voice laced with a mixture of ₽a¡n and ₫e$¡re.
Y-I can't take much more~
I silence her with a sharp look, ₽ress¡ng the b1ad£ against the delicate sk¡n of her n£¢k.
G- You'll take what I give you, and you'll like it~ You did to have what you want, I told you this. You should've thought about that before running your m0⋃₮h.
Slowly, deliberately, I drag the b1ad£ down, leaving a thin, glistening line in its wake.
Yn's breath hitches, and I can see the conflict in her eyes- the f£ar, the ₳r0us₳1, the underlying need to submit.
The b1ad£ continues its work, carving detailed patterns into her f1£sh.
I even wrote my name, br₳nd¡ng her as mine. In case, that "therapist" decides to get handsy with my ₽r0₽ert¥.
B100d tr¡¢k1£s d0wn, m¡ng1¡ng with the ₩₳♓︎, and I can't resist the urge to ₮a$te her again. If I keep this up, i'm gonna become a damn vampire.
Yn's ₿0₫¥ ar¢h£s, her ¢r¡es of morphing into m0₳ns as she ¢ums. She is mine, ₿0₫¥ and ƒ⋃€₭¡n₲ soul, and I'll be damned if I ever let her go.
Especially to some damn, therapist, who thinks she can change her before I dig my claws so d££₽, she is gonna need all of the damn, military and avengers to pry me out.
Even then, not even cutting 0ƒ⨘ my h₳nd will help.
She will be living only and solely for me.
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