Stolen looks

Wendy

Wendy-
I feel her kiss the brand and shiver. I'm now hers. Despite the rebellious acts every so often, I still lust for her, just like she said. But whenever I close my eyes I see the bullet that could've hit me, I hear my arm crack and I feel my throat slowly close. But then I see her. And it's like I'm ok, no matter what. Using my good arm I pull her in front of me. I grab her cigarette and start smoking it. She pulls it back. I hit it out of her hand.
         "The only place your lips should be is on me, or my lips." She smirks and leans in to kiss me. She presses into me hard, my breath is taken away for a second, but then I breathe hers. I taste her chapstick and the smoke. It's an odd combination but it's sexy. She starts pulling my hair and this time avoids my tender spot. When she doesn't pull it, I move her hand to the chunk of hair. She pulls it, hard and I scream. She immediately starts kissing me again as her hands make it to my throat. She wraps them around and squeezes. I'm fine for a minute but when I open my eyes my vision is darkening. I push her away but her hands remain at my throat. I claw at her hands. Her smile gets wider at this. She begins laughing.
           "You're so pathetic Wendy. You can't even protect yourself. You just sit here and ask me to hurt you. You kiss me and you indulge my desires every day. You know it's been over two weeks." I'm surprised at this I thought it had been less.
       "Irene, please." I barely choke out.
       "Oh, you can't ask me to stop now. You asked for it." My vision goes dark.