Mine (Jenlisa)

six.

Lisa's POV~

Stitch by stitch, I sewed her arm shut. I did not want her dead, no, not if I could help it. I wasn't that much of a monster and there was something in her face that made me want to know her more about her. I could always kill her later if I decided I needed to anyway.

The glass has sliced through the lower part of her arm, almost to the bone. She was lucky it hadn't served the artery. Lucky too, that I was there.

I am sure she would not think so.

Was it luck then? That brought her to me? Dumb, blind chance that set her outside my window? No, I thought there was something more to it than that. Even though I was an abomination in every sense of the word, sinful beyond normal sin, I could not believe in a world that is so cold and unthoughtful. There had to be something behind this girl, this beautiful girl appearing at my doorstep.

The devil planted temptation. Dare I pluck this flower?

I pulled the needle through her skin.

Not for the first time, I wondered what it would be like if I were squeamish about blood. So many people were after all. It was a normal fear.

I had always loved bodies, the sheer corporeality of their flesh, the hard bone tied together with thick knotted tendons, the sticky tissues.

And her body...

She was asleep and didn't feel anything, but I still felt a strange nervousness when I ran my hands over the curves of her living breathing woman. Her hips rounded into tan thighs, ripe, and smooth. Her chest moved in slight gaps of breath. Inhale, exhale. Her hands, small, and delicate; her fingers cut sensibly. Her wrists-

Her wrists

I leaned closer to her body, smelling her scent. Turning her palm up, I ran my hand over hes and stretched out the skin along her wrist. Scars, running alongside the carpal tunnel. White dimpled line from a knife' edge.

I knew those kinds of scars. Old scars. I knew all kinds of scars. But these scars were attached to a body I found myself much intrigued by, and I could not let go of her hand once I saw them. My fingers traced the line of those white subtle seams over and over again, as though trying to stroke the truth of it out of he body.

"Tell me kitten," I whispered, although she could not hear me, "Why did you try to kill yourself?"

Jennie's POV~

When I woke up again, I was lying on a hard surface. I tried to life my head, but there was something holding me back. I twisted my head and glanced down. There was a strap holding down my wrist. And my neck. Straps against my bare skin.

"Awake?"

I screamed. The woman stood up over me, her face looking upside down at mine. I was trapped. Oh Jisoos, I was tied down. I screamed again, whimpering sobs of scream that came out in spasms. She waited until I was done screaming, and then she bent down lower. The strap around my neck tightened, then went slack. I lifted my head.

She cupped her hand around the back of my neck, holding my head up. Her hand was strong around my neck, and the tips of her fingers grazed my throat.

"Your arm was cut badly," she said, "It needed sutures."

I looked down to see my arm bandaged up. Red blossoms of blood flowered at the top of the bandage. I tilted my head back, settling back into her palm.

"You stuck me with syringe again."

"I didn't think you'd let me stitch you up if you were conscious. You seemed much too eager to bleed to death while escaping."

"How did you know how to do stitches?" I asked, my breaths were quick and shallow. I look into her eyes. I wanted to see if she would torture me, kill me. I wanted to ask her questions forever to keep her remembering that I would be better off dead and cut up;and burned in the fireplace.