Violently Icy

Part 2: Sexy Violence

Daemon felt something wet on the inside of his mouth. It was coppery. BLOOD. His teeth must've pierced his cheek and he hadn't noticed. He grinned slightly. He was proud that he made himself bleed. For himself as well as her. He wanted to do things, incredibly bad ones to Wynrie. He desired her sexually in this moment, heavily. He wanted to know what she looked like naked and wrapped around him. He wanted to know what she felt like when she came. What he would feel. How much they could handle before it really was enough.

"My brother's name is Tate. So it's Tate and Daemon Embers. Not to mention our half sister, Embrielle. My sister's not... Normal let's put it that way. My sister is in a mental hospital. Right now. Has been since she was four. I didn't protect her like I should have. You remind me of her so much. You look like her, a lot. I'm sorry..." Daemon said, with a lump in his throat.

A sister and brother?! Shit. "Siblings, Huh? It's fine. I am glad you like having me around. Your the only person I have here. Got nobody else. Always have. Always will. In the end, I'm alone. Fighting to stay alive. Yet wanting to kill myself. Needing to do it... To end this... Shit. This constant suffering. Struggling. Alone. No guidance. Gotta do it by myself in the moment. Days by day. Piece by piece.

Life is... Shit. Life is a fuckin tragedy. Reincarnation would be worse.. If I believed in it that is." Daemon was caught by surprise at her last words. He'd never imagined her to believe there was no such thing. "Well, I believe in it...," Daemon replied.

Violence was sexy. Both agreed on that. They had been talking through her recovering for the few hours she needed to to be normal again. Disturbing thoughts roared inside their heads. Dancing gracefully.

"I never saw you as the type of person who likes to be... Kind as you are," Daemon said. "Never saw you as the type to need someone... Like me," Wynrie replied. She bad been embarrassed to admit most everything. Especially to Him. She tried to hide her face but he wouldn't allow it. He kept hold of her tiny wrists.

"Mentally ill Sister though? That sucks...," Wynrie said. Daemon didn't seem to blackout. She got scared and he instantly took notice and stopped it from going further. He quickly apologized to Wynrie. "Uh, yeah. Brie has been having trouble handling... Things... Tate and I have been taking turns take care of her. She is going to be in shared custody. She'll be with me for three and a half days then, she'll go with Tate for the remainder of the week. We'll help her get better," Daemon said.

Mrs. Andrews came in and kicked them both out and back to class. Everything had went as planned. Wynrie would recover amazingly. No problem. Daemon just needed to get some food in his system. He headed for the cafeteria to grab food before heading back to class. Wynrie went with him. She didn't want to go back quite yet.