Tattoos, body chains, and dark lipstick.
Ina and Amé are two women who rewrite the game.
Follow them into their never ending world.
Written by Ina Seele and Amé Fengári
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She moaned, her hands at his neck gently, though she was holding back from grasping whatever kept her together, for her body felt as if it were falling apart in ecstasy. His hands were rough, holding her still above him by her waist, while he was vicious and relentless in the act.
Outside the room, the moans could be heard. However, it was an empty hallway, except for Ina Seele, sitting outside, high.
She saw Nicolas and Amé and she turned away and found another group of men who invited her to smoke whatever they were smoking and she smoked for the first time.
So she stared at the roof with permanently dilated eyes, seeing all kinds of crazy things, with tears down her cheeks, tears she hadn't felt or realized were there.
Nicolas grunted and guided her hips, and Amé held to the headboard, focused in getting there, focused in getting there before the alarm went off and she had to run to her sister.
Ina leaned to be side and fell, laying on the ground, touching her lips. Something was tingling, something felt numb, but she can't tell if it's her fingers or her lips.
She smiled. It made her sad, that she was this happy, but she was. Happy, the happiest she's been in a very, very long time.
Sometime then, she closed her eyes, which were heavy with euphoria and smiling, she went to nap.
So when Amé ran out the door ten minutes later with her dress unzipped she was, in fact, shocked to see Ina sleeping outside the door.
"Ina?"
She only moved, barely, and covered her head.
"Ina?!" And she kneeled beside her sister, shook her, and instantly, Ina opened her eyes and moved aside to throw up.
"Oh my f– fuck," Amé cussed, holding her hair and rubbing Ina's back.
When she looked up again, and her eyes hit the sun, they shrunk in dilation and she blinked, her eyes finally responding to stimulation.
Ina got up, pushing her hair out of her face and wordlessly walked up a floor, into their room.
The tears were endless. The nausea was worth dying to end. She felt as if the world wanted her to die. She panicked, she panicked and felt utter disgust at her own self and she screamed, angry, grossed out, she didn't want to be inside her body anymore.
"Ina!" Amé yelled, going inside the room after her.
"You lied to me," and she pointed at Amé before sitting on the bed, her hands dark with streaks of mascara.
"Yes I'm sorry I have an explanation–"
Amé had never seen Ina angry. Not really. So when Ina stood up and grabbed a lamp and broke the vanity mirror, she fell back and yelped.
