Her name is Lilith (On Hold)

Her name is Lilith (On Hold)

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Lilith Whispers into my ear, " Do it." "No," I think then I say it out loud, " No!" but unable to stop the fire that forms at the back of my head. Lilith chuckles with a sneer on her lips then speaking again sounding like the demon she is ," You will do it. Come on... We both know you want to..." " Yes, Lilith. I know I want to...", thinking to myself with tears running down my face the corners of my mouth turning up as Lilith starts taking control of me.... Tina has an alternate personality... but is fully aware of it. They even talk to each other either in her head or out loud. She is an 21 year-old and still can't believe that this other person formed just from a lil voice in her head. She remembers being just 12 and having this voice in her head ridicule her and tell her that all the bullies are right while when she went to her mother about this voice her mother said that it was just her feeling sorry for herself. She wishes her mother listened to her because she realizes now that Lilith is out to destroy herself.... themselves...
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"I am not sleepy so why don't we tell each other a story?" Her voice was low and raspy and fuck, I'd been lying if I say I wasn't turned the fuck on. "Like what?" I ask swallowing my pride and probably my sense of direction. Her skin was on top of mine, in contact, burning. "I don't know." She says taking her time to adjust herself on my lap. I had to grip the chair for support feeling all my breath vanish from my lungs. "Maybe a short bio about yourself." She advocates placing one of her hands on my chest. I feel the contact through my shirt, my eyes trained on every movement of hers. The worst of it all was that she is unaware of what she was doing to me. "Uh-" I feel my words shorten. On impulse, I grab her by her waist for support instead. Leaning back painfully on the single chair. "You're so cute when you're confused!" She giggles going ahead to move slightly on my lap. I blow out a groan feeling my erection harden.

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