- This feeling inside me, what is it? A simple touch sending impulses throughout my entire body. Lips soft with tears of agony. "Help me free myself" she says with her eyes blazing with torment. Black short hair covers her face as she pulls away from my lips. She needs help and wants me to be her medication. The one person she shouldn't be with is me yet she blocks all rational thinking. Love is what she wants but I am not who she thinks I am. The cold barrel of my pistol pushes against my stomach when she sits in my lap. It would be a lie to say that I want this. It is her that I want not what she is doing to me. I lean my head back so she can have better access to my neck. Sweet little pecks of kisses she plants there then moves on to my collar bone. Small moans release themselves willingly without my permission. Her eyes move up to mine not blocked by her hair. Her lips move to say something but I can't hear it. I don't want to hear those words. A simile filled with tender emotions of a little girl crosses her face. She plays with my long red hair to get a feel for it before proceeding to take off my boots. How cute she is after she taken off my foot wear. My foot is being massage by her small delicate hands. This simple foot rub sends shivers up my spine. Melody how you are so innocent. Nothing wrong with your records. Your academics are the highest in your school with no late assignments. Our eyes meet again face to face. Her hazel eyes send me deep into her inner thoughts. A sad dream of us being together forever. She kisses me. This time the kiss is long and passionate. Emotions being release in a single explosion. Her lips remove from mine. She stands up on her feet and slowly takes off her top and skirt so only her bra and panties show. The slow movement is supposed to make me feel more attracted towards her but it doesn't. There is no need for attraction now. She finishes stripping off her clothes when a silenced gun shot whips thorough the air. I am sitting on the bed with my pistol aiming where a dead girl once stood. A small hot tear runs down my cheek then dissolves onto my trembling lips. Goodnight my angel. You only did one thing wrong in your life and that was not paying the money you own to your pimp that you ran away from.
- by Mistress Luce |
- Fiction
- | Submitted on 06/05/2009 |
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- Title: Sins are meant to be burn.
- Artist: Mistress Luce
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Description:
Prologue.
I might write more. - Date: 06/05/2009
- Tags: sins meant burn
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Comments (2 Comments)
- cemera - 06/12/2009
- that was intresting. but not bad
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- xosweetaddictionox - 06/05/2009
- I like it, just work on the punctuation. smile
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