Honk TRIGGER WARNING: ABUSE
Just wrote a starter and I was big hapie about it so I thought I'd share.
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The bottom of the large, baggy shirt that came halfway down Abbie's milky white thighs swirled in circles with the seductive movement of her hourglass hips. There was a small strip of skin left on her legs which was where her white knee socks stopped, it was strangely seductive. Then again everything about her was. "Mama tells me I shouldn't bother. That I ought to stick to another man. A man that surely deserves me.. But I think you do." Her silky smooth voice sang along to the song, the ruby red lipstick making her plump lips look soft and somehow making her heavenly voice sound even better— The confidence most likely helped. The matte lipstick was the only thing she had bothered to put on that morning. The rest of her pale face was bare, natural but still pretty. As always. Her light green eyes listened as the bright rays of the morning sun shone through the kitchen window. The light hit her face in such a perfect way she looked even more beautiful if that was possible. Which it barely was. But she always managed to surprise people with her impeccable looks. In her arm she held a clear, plastic bowl with some smooth liquid inside and she mixed it with the metal whisk she held in her soft, feminine hand. She grabbed a ladle and spooned some of the mix into the hot pan after putting a little butter in it "So I cry and I pray and I beg- Love me, love me, say that you love me-" She continued singing, turning around and holding the spatula to her lips as if were a microphone. She walked to Nicholas with a small smile on her face "Fool me, fool me, go on and fool me!" She sang to the gorgeous male, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. She wished she had worn another lipstick that would leave a mark on the sorcerer's cheek but she thought he'd appreciate if he didnt have to scrub it off of his cheek. Those pancakes cooked a little too quick so when she had strutted back over to the pan, the food was burnt. She immediately felt tears prick her eyes and turned the hob off, putting the pan on the counter "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" She whimpered, trying to scrape the scorched pancake off of the pan. She knew what had to happen. The source of the bruises all over her body was her past lovers. She did something bad so she got what she deserved. They all thought it was strange at first but happily took advantage of her, knocking the foundation and the consciousness out of her. It's what she deserved for fucking up. She always fucked up. She waddled over to Nicholas and gripped the bottom of the shirt, scrunching her face up and clenching her eyes shut tight. Waiting. Waiting for her punishment which she thought to be normal. Waiting to be hit.
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She doesn't actually get hit because Nicholas is a Good Boye but yeah I felt sorta proud
