Bruises
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I want his body covered in pink flesh wounds and a bloody red and in the blue and violet of bruises and that all in contrast to his wonderful pale skin with that cool greyish-blue tone. I want to abuse him. I want to hurt him. I want him to beg. I want him to look like a mess. My mess. My beauty. I want him to look at me, with tearful eyes, pleading so hard. Fear in his eyes. I wanna touch the bones, sticking out from beneath his skin. Touching them with my own cold fingers, as I wonder how it might feel for him. How the cold feels for him. How warmth feels for him. I want to hurt him, to abuse him. It's like a need. _________________________________________________________________________ He was like a prince, a prince of darkness, a prince of evil, a prince who liked to hurt others and who was skilled with a knife.
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" Let's keep this on the down-low. Nobody has to know. " He cooed in my ear, pushing up on me like a dog in heat. " I'm quick to cut a nigga off, so don't get comfortable. " I smirked, pushing his face back with my palm. He continued to pursue me knowing he had a secret of his own. I liked the way he set his eyes upon me and determined he'd have me. He made me feel comfort in all areas that I'd lacked before. There was something burning in the back of my mind... was he really mines? We only spoke late night, and those conversations were brief. When he was around me he was like a kid in a candy store trying to get his hands on anything he could from me. That was until I saw him... with another. That's where his time had been going. As he secrets unfolded I realized he'd been Creepin' All Rights Reserved

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