Part 5- The Birds Touch

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Infected

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Infected. All of her infected. That poor, sweet girl could've been someone amazing. A doctor, a politician, even maybe an astronaut. For some people though (in this case Lilly) those potentially content lives are wiped away. It was an infection. One that prevented her perfect life, her good job, her happy family.

Every infection works the same. It enters your body, multiplies and gives you symptoms. Therefore, the only word good enough to describe Lilly's state was 'infection'. The demon had entered her, it grew in size and made her want to kill- the symptom. Although it didn't work in parallel to an infection, the absurd paranormality of it was too difficult to describe otherwise. The sickness never slept either. Even when at rest, it forced itself into Lilly's mind to seduce her with images of blood and death. Only a few hours ago had she created her devilish plan but it still managed to form detailed images of bird corpses within her dreams. The body of a bird. The body of a dead bird. Lifeless creatures they are. So still. So perfectly still.

Lilly awoke in an excited mood. Just outside her window, the early birds sang their songs. To them, Lilly was comparable to Snow White. Her friendliness to them every morning as she woke (face fresh and covered in satin sheets) and hummed or sang along to their bird calls. It was the birds cluelessness to her thoughts that amused her. They knew not that she had just been imagining her hands wrapping around the soft feathers layering their body and squeezing them so hard that it's head pops holes of blood and muscle residue. Instead, they just whistled on, waiting for Lilly to accompany their song.

When the small gathering of birds realised she was not going to participate, they scattered to the sky. The dark images still clogging her mind, Lilly arose from her bed and started to dress for school. Her school uniform consisted of a white button up blouse, a black pleated skirt and a red blazer. It was a nice outfit as far uniforms go and as she stepped into her skirt and pulled it up her long legs, the soft skin of her hand and thigh touched, sending pulses through her body. Lilly was paying so little attention to what she was doing that the collision of her own two body parts felt more like another person touching her. Never before had she felt that pulsing sensation. The excitement she had earlier had now multiplied to extreme amounts. Wanting more, Lilly grazed her hand against her thigh again, the same way she had done whilst dressing. This time, she felt nothing. Her body had now realised that it was herself touching the thigh and not a foreign hand. She stopped, disappointed.

Lilly couldn't do anything now without her demon feeling it too. It had felt as powerful an arousal as she did and, like the greedy, rotten-minded monster it was, it begged to feel it again. Again and stronger. When Lilly stopped feeling her leg for the impulse , it infuriated the creature and consequently, infuriated her.

Unfortunately, because of Lilly's sheer innocence, she had no knowledge to tell her that she was so close to feeling the most pleasure she had ever felt in her life. A few inches higher up her leg, and the demon would've been immensely satisfied. never did she reach there though as her mind was poorly educated in that department.

Returning to her normal morning routine, she was amused but also slightly confused. Lilly really wanted to feel that sensation again but she gathered that it was a lost cause. Little did she know, she was only a few hours away from feeling something again. Not the same but stronger. Stronger and perfect.

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Don't know if I'll write more or less in the holidays but I'll update whenever I have the chance!
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