Unrepentaint. Impenitenti

Out of me, almost without I realizing it, I piegai on him and approached his lips to the wound that I had left. I pulled out the language and sparingly, I picked up the rivulets of blood that had fallen up to the high abdominal.

He breathed breathlessly, while I let it collide with the taste of iron with my palate. He watched my lips began to color the crimson of his blood. I sent it down that taste of life and death.

"You can stop now" I said immediately, perhaps convinced that I would not be able to go beyond.

"I can't get more evil than this, wouldn't forgive myself". I shook the dagger trembling and I looked at his wounds, unable to build up in the bottom that was me in infliggergliele.

I felt as if I were dissociated, another person, as if I were living in a dream and another Kerys had taken possession of my actions. That room was a place that could not exist in the real world, because I could not have done really me those things.

His shirt had become patchy. I knew that the cuts will not be healed soon. But, perhaps, would not have remained the scar.

"This is the reason why I wanted you here," was the comment, dismissive. "Before you have made your own and for a short time there you've gotten in trouble, with Lancaster. Now you can not continue".

"I'm sorry so much" I said, out of me. "If I don't like to hurt you".

"I knew that I had to insist with Daphne". I

was already extremely experienced by the whole of the evening and all the blood had already flowed in the last few weeks, but that comment made me overflow permanently.

Jealousy, exhaustion, anger, rage, hate, confusion. There I saw the most. Landed for a moment the dagger on the couch with his hands, he decided, more than ever, the I grabbed the pants and li case, releasing the fabric of his boxers already quite proven.

"What do you say if you carve a bow on the dick?", I asked him, rhetoric. "A nice gift package".

Davil let out a smile. "You wouldn't have the courage" I provoked.

And probably he was right. But I didn't. And the other Kerys had the courage to approach something like that.

Her lust was the urge to escape more, so I pulled down as much as possible to the pants, to discover the V, which are the muscles formed on his lower abdomen. When finally I found the perfect spot, recovered the dagger between the hands.

This time, I would not have contented himself with a simple wound, this time I wanted to hear him scream, and I wanted to remember for ever that was was I that do it sgolare in that way. Not Daphne.

I was out of me. The guilt had been silenced, nothing I would stop now. Not even the consciousness.

So all in all the blade from the blood that was stained, slide on the sleeve of my glove. Then the posizionai on the flame of one of the candles closer, with the intention of looking at it become very hot.

The fire turned her into a weapon, divine, capable of marking with ferocity. And when I was satisfied with the metal burning my hands, I piegai on him and I started to affect that flap of skin that I was in charge.

Immediately Davil turned your head back, a scream coming

from the mouth of his stomach made him squirm all over the body.

Faticai to keep it in place with the legs, while he was swarming in a dance of pain beneath me.

This did not last long. The time of incidergli a small symbol that he talked about me to anyone who had tried to make his pants down.

Two angles facing with the tip between them. The same symbol that he had left on

Macbeth: two ears fox

became a K.

I look at the wound, red in the skin from burning around the borders of the blade. The flame had marked forever. I engraved on him, as one of the thousand other anonymous stains that had on the thigh.

But there it was different, there would be me, until the end of his days. Up to when the worms would not decomposed his skin, and even then I would have accompanied him in death, in the deepest of graves.

Like the scar that I had on my buttock. I went into a panic, the dagger I slipped out of her hand and fell to the ground. I made the account barely in the camera, turned off the light and of the light that was red just like the rest of the room. I had become like him, as my kidnapper.

"Hey," he called me back immediately Davil. "Hey, hey, hey".

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"Look at me," I prayed. I went with the eyes on him: like the first time that we met, spi

"Now you have to slegarmi".

A tear I dropped down the face, but I ignored it and I hurried to get up to reach the rope that bound her wrists and slacciarla. It broke, and I saw immediately the bruises that were forming, the two straight lines which surround the bones.

With an unexpected movement, Davil took me by the

hips and I riposizionò on himself, ignoring the pain that caused the wounds just inflicted.

Regained my eyes with his, like a field of battle.

Them ransacked and took possession of all, and put them on me without my consent. As he's capable of, I was still not very clear.

I could only admit that I had attention only for him. Now we were truly alone. We had to take pictures, finding evidence for the detective and the police.

However, there are things that are before.

Priorities you can't deny. And I was above him, ready to dischiudermi as a dahlia flowe His blood had stained everything, including my consciousness and my hands.

"I

would not have left to do no other thing" was the first thing she said.

I had caused, he knew how to pull off the worst of me, and had used jealousy to make me go over the limit.

A gasp I scraped his throat, and his hands began to trace my back, reached my shoulder blades to push me closer to him. I was snuggled on top of him, trying to hold me with his forearms on his chest.

The shadows of the flames traballavano still around us, but the fire was bursting inside. Corroborava our bodies, cauterizzava all the pain that custodivamo inside and there marked out the hearts.

The fire was able to injure, but also to heal. And just like a scar glowing, he and I were the wound but also healing.

Davil I stroked her face, stroked her cheek, and free under the mask and he came up to my mouth. His thumb impigliò in my lip, lower, still stained with his blood.

"Kerys". His voice was the same as that of classical music that made me go into panic all the times that I listened to her. But, unlike the symphonies, it was a sound that also knew how to treat me. "In this room, my only real torture you."

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And yet I felt an explosion at the tip of the lips, a spark itchy to me was going'm being tortured. And I could choose to turn it off or leave that take root and raze the entire universe.