"K-k-Kylie!" Salad Fingers whimpered, his voice deep with dominance. "I-i'd like to touch you like my rusty spoons..." He confessed.
"Why of course my little stale pickle..you're always allowed to touch me like your rusty n' Crusty spoons!" Kylie smiled widely, a faint blush creeping up on her cheeks.
"Mmm..thank you kaylay..." Salad Fingers groaned, his very scratchy and slim fingers traced her botox filled face. His fingers going over her eyebrows, he brushed around the corners of her lips as he took in her scent.
"I-i'd like to take you to my bedroom, butterface... I'd like to have you all to myself." He muttered, his voice deep and raspy with naughty thoughts in his head.
"B-but my stale pickle...i-i-i-i-i-i-i I have somewhere to be!" Kylie said, blush spreading to her cheeks as her crap brown orbs looked into Salad Fingers bloody red orbs.
"B-but kitten whiskers...I-i need the relief!" Salad Fingers pouted and crossed his arms. Hurt by her words, his face sad and gloomy, his orbs darkened with anger and sadness.
"Calm down my stale pickle... I-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i'll be back in an hour.." Kylie sighed. Putting her hands to Salad Fingers dry, peely and oddly sticky cheeks.
"N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-NO!" Salad fingers cried out. Tears now streaming down his light green cheeks as he wrapped Kylie in his arms, not wanting to let go of her. His face hidden into her neck as he planted kisses anywhere he could, making Kylie squirm from the feeling, sending goosebumps all over her body. He kissed her hard and feverishly, taking in the feeling of her body pressed to his, sending what felt like shockwaves through his pale green body. He let his hands wander her body, feeling and grabbing whatever he could, his breath grew sharp as his lips traveled up Kylie's neck slowly creeping up to her botoxed lips...he wanted so much more.
But then Kylie backed off. "M-my stale pickle..i-i-I'm gonna be late for my appointment!" Kylie muttered.
"O-oh fuck dr.phil...you're mine Kylie...you're stuck with me...i own you."
Salad Fingers hissed. His tone was deep with dominance and frustration
"Y-you don't need some bald guy to tell your problems to...you have me." He muttered, grabbing her chin and forcing her to face him, their orbs meeting in a tense gaze. "You have me and only me."
He hissed his grip on her getting tighter and tighter let he could snap her arm at any given moment.
"m-my stale pickle!..y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-your Hurting me!" Kylie whimpered once she fully left his grasp "y-y-y-your scaring me!" She whimpered
"But kitten whiskers!...I own you." Salad fingers hissed his voice raspy and dominant
"my stale pickle!...t-t-this isn't like you!" Kylie whined but still kept her distance. She was scared.
Salad fingers slowly cornered Kylie making her tremble with fear her eyes swelling with tears
"But kitten whiskers...you don't want to upset daddy..." Salad fingers growled his tone possessive and dominant
