The hyperactive girl and the knife

Your name is Leithe, and you're a hyperactive, floating, weird blueblood girl.

You're like always floating around in the café.

You know today's gonna be different.

 

You see the nameless creepy emo troll with his jacket walk in. And guess what's between his lips.

Your future lover, knife.

You gasp and fly over to him, asking ''Hey SE is that the knife you talked about?''

But fuck you forgot that asswipe is deaf. You just take the knife away and observe it.

It has a nice black handle, and it's really sharp. Your eyes widen.

This must be the most beautiful knife you've ever seen. Grinning, you hold the knife tightly in your hand.

Other people just stare at you, but you don't care. Here you have the most beautiful knife in your hand.

You fly upstairs in a room because people let you do dirty things there. It was time to get to know the knife better.

 

You close the door and lock it. You want to be in private with the knife. Only you and the knife now.

You smile shyly at the knife. ''Well um hi there'', you say, but the knife doesn't answer. Instead you imagine a smirk on it. You blush slightly. What a charming knife.

 

You think about going a little faster. Man, you've been horny for weeks now and no one except the knife could satisfy you.

You take whatever you're wearing off. You're stripping infront of a goddamn knife without eyes or any feelings.

You lean over and... lick it. ''Hehe do you like this big boy?~''

The knife doesn't move. You lay down and pic the knife up. Slowly, you begin to rub the handle against your nook. You shudder and relax. This knife is just great you think.

You slowly turn the knife so the blade touches your nook. And you just push it inside because you're stupid as fuck.

You yelp loudly, the knife cutting the inside of your nook.

YOU FUCKING LIKE THE PAIN.

Blood drips down your thighs and you gasp for air, but you keep pushing the knife in and out, making it worse.

You know you'd die after your orgasm. But you keep going for fuck's sake.

You push it inside deeper and faster. You can't stop moaning. ''AAAH, KNIIIFEE!~''

You reach your orgasm, cumming all over the knife. Pushing it inside as deep as possible, you stop breathing.

Your heart stops beating. This was the best moment ever to you, but sadly...

You die.

 

~From Aquilo.