(01:34:59 AM) Cat Chapman: I bet Trent would love you to hurt him
(01:35:05 AM) Cat Chapman: I bet he'd love to return the favor
(01:35:12 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: I bet
(01:35:18 AM) Cat Chapman: in some sick, twisted fucked up way, he'd want to love you with his razorblade
(01:35:26 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: awesome
(01:35:33 AM) Cat Chapman: Yeah, you'd love him back, too
(01:35:38 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: yes I would
(01:36:08 AM) Cat Chapman: how would you feel, if he were to just tie you up, blindfold you, and all you felt was cold steel against your skin?
(01:36:19 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: scared, and excited
(01:36:27 AM) Cat Chapman: Razor so sharp you wouldn't feel the pain, but you'd feel the blood leaving you
(01:36:35 AM) Cat Chapman: You'd feel your energy drain, your skin start to go pale
(01:36:47 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: that's so strangely erotic
(01:37:13 AM) Cat Chapman: All while Trent holds you closely, ever so lovingly, running his blade across your skin
(01:37:39 AM) Cat Chapman: Delighting in seeing your blood spill out of you, onto the floor, onto him
(01:37:54 AM) Cat Chapman: But he isn't so satisfied with you not feeling much pain.
(01:38:01 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: of course
(01:38:51 AM) Cat Chapman: You hear him leave, unsure of where he's going, until you feel a sharp, stinging pain all over your body. Salt, he's pouring salt all over your wounds
(01:39:02 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: oh holy fuck ouch!
(01:40:26 AM) Cat Chapman: You feel something cold, moist and squishy against one of your salted cuts, making it sting further. You cry out in pain, tears rolling down your cheeks. He brings whatever object he is holding to your mouth, letting you taste it. It's a lemon.
(01:40:36 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: oh wow
(01:40:59 AM) Cat Chapman: The acid from the fruit would sting a lot, and wouldn't dissipate as quickly as salt
(01:41:05 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: lime + salt tastes really good, btw
(01:41:06 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: anyways
(01:41:10 AM) Cat Chapman: lol, yeah
(01:42:53 AM) Cat Chapman: You hear him slice the lemon with his razorblade. He brings the blade up to your forehead, teasingly brushing the flat, harmless side against your skin
(01:43:39 AM) Cat Chapman: You can feel tiny amounts of juice running down your face, slipping under the blindfold, stinging in your eyes
(01:44:01 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: this would hurt so fucking bad
(01:44:07 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: I am wincing just thinking about it, srsly
(01:44:08 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: lmao
(01:44:33 AM) Cat Chapman: He moves the fold down enough so your entire forehead is exposed. You can now barely see the silver blade from the highest point in your range of vision.
(01:44:43 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: who the fuck in hoffman estates is calling us at 1:45 AM????
(01:44:49 AM) Cat Chapman: ROFL
(01:44:51 AM) Cat Chapman: regardless
(01:44:56 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: yes
(01:45:42 AM) Cat Chapman: He places the sharpened side against your skin, pushing ever so slightly, just enough to scare you, but not enough to cut just yet. "You want this. You want me to hurt you."
(01:45:51 AM) Cat Chapman: "Tell me to hurt you."
(01:46:00 AM) Cat Chapman: oh MAN everything just kicked in
(01:46:09 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: Hurt me, Trent.
(01:47:00 AM) Cat Chapman: He smiles, although you cannot see, and starts carving into your forehead, the acid-dipped blade digging into your flesh, stinging horribly - easily the sharpest pain you've ever felt in your life
(01:48:17 AM) Cat Chapman: He seems to be cutting in patterns. Is he writing something? It doesn't matter. With every movement of his hand and the blade, it just makes you cry out more. Being blindfolded, the room rather quiet, having little external stimuli, your sense of touch is greatly, greatly exaggerated.
(01:48:40 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: oh man. that would so hurt. so bad.
(01:50:15 AM) Cat Chapman: He sees the tears seeping out from under the fold, and uses his free hand to brush them away. He makes some final slices -- very deep, maybe even down to the skull -- and stops. You hear him set the blade down. He grabs the sliced lemon, and uses its juices to "clean up" the mess he made on your forehead
(01:50:37 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: oh man the face I just made was win
(01:50:41 AM) Cat Chapman: elaborate
(01:50:45 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: like an "OMFG OUCH" face
(01:50:46 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: lmao
(01:50:47 AM) Cat Chapman: ohhh man i need to lay down
(01:50:48 AM) Cat Chapman: lmao
(01:50:49 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: lmao
(01:50:51 AM) Cat Chapman: let me reposition
(01:50:53 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: k
(01:51:27 AM) Cat Chapman: oh that is much better
(01:51:32 AM) Cat Chapman: my body is like "THANK YOU"
(01:51:33 AM) Cat Chapman: so anyway
(01:51:36 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: lol okay
(01:53:16 AM) Cat Chapman: He leans down and plants a kiss tenderly on your mouth. "I love you, Staci." He then removes your blindfold, which you see is very bloodstained. In front of you, you see a mirror. In the mirror you see a bloody, beaten, and broken girl. A girl with "LOVE" cut into her forehead.
(01:53:39 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: oh wow. that is so... strangely sweet.
(01:54:10 AM) Cat Chapman: Trent undoes your bonds, and hands you his razorblade
(01:54:17 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: oh win
(01:54:18 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: lmao
(01:54:22 AM) Cat Chapman: Your turn!
(01:54:35 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: so I get to write now? lolwut
(01:54:36 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: lmao
(01:54:39 AM) Cat Chapman: yep
(01:54:45 AM) Cat Chapman: as my body needs a little rest... woo
(01:54:48 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: lol okay
(01:54:49 AM) Cat Chapman: i am like, gone.
(01:54:50 AM) Cat Chapman: lmao
(01:54:53 AM) Cat Chapman: i love this combo
(01:54:57 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: lmao yeah
(01:55:53 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: so, I take the blade from Trent, smiling a bit as I do so. I think for a minute, and then kiss him passionately as I tie _him_ up, and then blindfold him.
(01:56:33 AM) Cat Chapman: oh man perfect song for this. REV 22:20, you've seen the lyrics
(01:57:05 AM) Cat Chapman: jesus is risen, it's no surprise, even he would martyr his momma to ride to hell between those thighs...
(01:58:10 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: noticing that his arms are covered in self inflicted wounds, I sort of smile to myself. he looks kind of nervous, even though I can't see his eyes, so I kiss him on the mouth again, just so he will calm down. taking the blade as I kiss him, I cut him quickly on the cheek, watching the blood spill out.
(01:58:30 AM) Cat Chapman: cute.
(01:58:54 AM) Cat Chapman: excuse if i type weird shit
(01:58:59 AM) Cat Chapman: very very very altered
(01:59:02 AM) Cat Chapman: i love this
(01:59:04 AM) Cat Chapman: so much
(01:59:50 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: I start licking the blood off of his cheek, savoring the metallic taste of him. I take the blade again, and make a cut on his chest, which make him jump a bit.
(01:59:57 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: and type away, it's okay. lol
(02:00:30 AM) Cat Chapman: if i have to sin to see her again, then i'm gonna lie and lie and lie
(02:00:33 AM) Cat Chapman: oh yeah. perfect.
(02:01:01 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: I smile again at his reaction, then go lower, to his abdomen, and make a deeper slice on his hip. he moans slightly, and I can see he's biting his lip.
(02:01:42 AM) Cat Chapman: hot
(02:01:53 AM) Cat Chapman: i am such a sadist, i love this shit
(02:02:12 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: just figured out origin of phone call, bonnie in car accident, her husband might be dead, she was drinking, but accident not her fault
(02:02:14 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: sucks
(02:02:15 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: but anyways
(02:02:18 AM) Cat Chapman: oh WOW
(02:02:22 AM) Cat Chapman: but yes anyway
(02:02:26 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: lmao yes anyways
(02:02:34 AM) Cat Chapman: with people like Trent, it's hot cause he's generally a "dark" person
(02:03:10 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: yeah
(02:03:16 AM) Cat Chapman: and i think of this kind of thing with other people, like maybe James, Nat... it's a little out of place, but it's hot cause they're generally sweet and "innocent"
(02:03:26 AM) Cat Chapman: but carry on with the sadoporn
(02:04:04 AM) Cat Chapman: still here, dunno if invisible works in gtalk
(02:04:50 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: Smiling even more, I continue downwards, to his crotch. "This will get his attention" I think to myself, and then quickly cut like right above his dick. And he jumped and screamed out.
(02:06:05 AM) Cat Chapman: the minor hallucinating starts...
(02:07:00 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: I laughed slightly, and watch his blood spill out over his dick and balls, which is an interesting sight to see, really. Moving away from this area, I cut deeply into his thighs, and heard his moan more, probably being relieved I didn't continue there, and also loving the feeling of his hot blood all over his dick.
(02:07:32 AM) Cat Chapman: this is so fucking hot
(02:08:32 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: Putting the razor down, I take his dick into my mouth, enjoying the interesting taste of blood and dick. he moans, and presses upwards towards my mouth, trying to get me to take more of him in.
(02:08:59 AM) Cat Chapman: wouldn't it be interesting, if he got free, and found the blade while you sucked him off
(02:09:11 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: ...yes, yes it would be. hmm.
(02:10:50 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: So, I take more of him in my mouth, his dick hitting the back of my throat, almost making me gag, but I deal with it. Without me noticing, all this time he had been working on his tied up wrists, and had actually gotten them free. Also without me noticing, he had found the razor which I had sat down next to him.
(02:10:52 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: lol thanks
(02:10:54 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: anyways
(02:11:11 AM) Cat Chapman: you are welcome!
(02:13:23 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: I just continue sucking him off, completely in my own world, not noticing what is happening around me. He slowly took off his blindfold as well, and just sat there smirking, watching me going down on him. He fingered the razor between his fingers, and then without warning pulled me off of him, pushed me backwards, got on top of me, and trapped me underneath him. I screamed, totally not expecting that at all.
(02:14:32 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: So, he turns around on top of me, so I am still trapped under him, but he has access to my crotch and all the whatnot down there. I am completely freaking out. This was NOT supposed to go this way.
(02:14:42 AM) Cat Chapman: ohhh... but it was
(02:14:52 AM) Cat Chapman: btw, whenever you want to hand the baton to me, you can
(02:14:58 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: sure, you can take it now
(02:15:00 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: lmao
(02:15:02 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: this is fun
(02:15:06 AM) Cat Chapman: this is
(02:15:27 AM) Cat Chapman: when things focus on Trent, i say you take the lead, and vice versa wooooo my wallpaper is alive
(02:15:39 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: ROFL okay
(02:16:25 AM) Cat Chapman: so, Trent, having complete control over you, runs his blade teasingly along your inner thigh. Again, the harmless side, but it's coldness startles you a lot
(02:17:26 AM) Cat Chapman: Gliding it back and forth across your skin, he swiftly turns it around, making the blade's "return trip" a painful one, for you at least.
(02:18:25 AM) Cat Chapman: It slices your leg, not very deep, but it stings, the remnants of the lemon juice intensifying it. You gasp, but Trent holds you down, rendering you unable to do anything
(02:18:37 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: this is so fucking hot
(02:19:17 AM) Cat Chapman: He finds his trusty citrus, and slices his blade through it once more. You feel drops of lemon juice landing onto your new cut, which stings quite a lot now.
(02:21:36 AM) Cat Chapman: Without any hesitation, he makes a large gash in your other leg, the innermost part, dangerously close to your pussy. The cut runs deep, possibly damaging a tendon. You scream out in excruciating pain as the lemon juice sinks deep into the wound, the acid stimulating your pain nerves to the point where your leg throbs
(02:21:53 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: ahhhh fuuuuuck
(02:22:30 AM) Cat Chapman: Your leg feels hot from the inside, it burns so much, but all Trent can feel is cold. Cold, and losing its blood rapidly.
(02:22:57 AM) Cat Chapman: Trent starts to get up, holding you down, blade in his hand. "Stay there. Or else."
(02:23:41 AM) Cat Chapman: You nod, afraid that you wouldn't be able to get up anyway if he cut your tendon. You know not where he is, or what he's getting, but can only imagine. You are scared.
(02:24:04 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: I am so scared for fictional me, lol
(02:24:30 AM) Cat Chapman: You see him return with a hypodermic needle, and a fresh, uncut lemon.
(02:24:36 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: oh god!
(02:24:56 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: lmao at whoever's house has a shitload of lemons
(02:25:04 AM) Cat Chapman: ROFL yeah
(02:25:50 AM) Cat Chapman: Trent sets the lemon and the needle down, as he picks you up. He places you on his Fun Table, where there are straps. He straps you down tightly, making sure you cannot, and will not move
(02:26:04 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: Fun Table. lol
(02:26:45 AM) Cat Chapman: He sets a mirror in front of you and himself, hanging over the both of you, showing you what he is seeing. For now, you just see the wounds on your thighs, and your dripping wet pussy.
(02:27:41 AM) Cat Chapman: He shuts off all the lights but the one near the mirror, making what the mirror reflects the only thing visible. The room is silent.
(02:27:56 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: this is so scary. and hot. and awesome.
(02:28:06 AM) Cat Chapman: He leaves you lying there, staring at you, just to reinforce your lack of external stimuli.
(02:28:18 AM) Cat Chapman: All you can do it watch yourself bleed in the mirror.
(02:28:30 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: crazy shit, yo
(02:30:36 AM) Cat Chapman: He senses you becoming more and more afraid, which is exactly what he wants. He brings the needle and the lemon into the mirror's range of reflection. You see him stab the lemon violently with the needle; he sucks the juices and flesh out and into the needle, and the needle is then withdrawn, dripping with acid and decorated with citrus flesh
(02:30:52 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: oh dear..
(02:31:12 AM) Cat Chapman: He starts to play with your pussy, rubbing your clit, kissing it, licking and sucking on it
(02:32:13 AM) Cat Chapman: He takes your clit into his mouth and sucks hard, biting a little bit as he flicks his tongue against it. You feel two of his fingers enter you, pushing up against your gspot. You moan loudly, but are very afraid as to what you have coming to you
(02:32:32 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: ooooh goood haaawwtt
(02:34:00 AM) Cat Chapman: He sucks even harder on your clit, which is as erect and aroused as a clitoris can be. He backs away, and withdraws his fingers. He grabs the needle, and brushes the cold, long, smooth metal tube against your now very aroused and large clit.
(02:34:21 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: oh goodness....
(02:36:20 AM) Cat Chapman: He grabs the hood of your clit, bunching it up some, separating it from the actual organ itself. He positions the prick of the needle at one side of the flesh he holds.
(02:36:33 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: :O
(02:37:46 AM) Cat Chapman: He makes the needle expel some of the lemon juice and flesh, just to freshen things up. He then slowly starts to shove the needle in, to pierce your clitoral hood, in the most painful way possible
(02:38:05 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: :O
(02:38:46 AM) Cat Chapman: Pushing slowly, painfully, he continues expelling the acidic fluids, making you scream out with excruciating pain
(02:39:03 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: holy shit!
(02:39:28 AM) Cat Chapman: Finally, the needle shoves through, making a nice clit piercing for you. But unfortunately, he is not done yet.
(02:40:22 AM) Cat Chapman: Little do you know, this needle of his is special. This needle is microscopically serrated in one direction.
(02:40:50 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: oh wow
(02:41:20 AM) Cat Chapman: He squeezes more lemon juice onto you and the needle, and slowly starts to pull it out, every millimeter being one of intense, unimaginable pain, but also strangely enough, intense pleasure
(02:41:50 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: holy shit that's intense
(02:42:28 AM) Cat Chapman: The needle finally comes out, bloody and with bits of your flesh attached. Trent smiles, and goes down to take your bloody, lemony clit in his mouth
(02:42:48 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: this is so awesome
(02:44:03 AM) Cat Chapman: He sucks on it, and with each sucking action he brushes his tongue roughly against the most sensitive part, making you moan out with pleasure
(02:44:38 AM) Cat Chapman: He shoves his two fingers back inside of you, rubbing your gspot more, only wanting to pleasure you. For now.
(02:44:49 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: oh fucking yes
(02:45:25 AM) Cat Chapman: Remember that all you can see is what Trent is doing to your genital area.
(02:45:36 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: okay
(02:46:45 AM) Cat Chapman: Sneakily, with his free hand, Trent grabs the bloody needle. He removes himself from your clit, and removes his fingers once again. Before you can wonder what's going on, he grabs your pussy lips and shoves the needle through them, piercing them together.
(02:47:01 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: oh wow
(02:49:16 AM) Cat Chapman: You scream out, not knowing what more to expect. He plays with this new piercing for a bit. Twisting it, pulling on it, licking it. He soon gets bored, however, and rips the needle out, the serrated edge ripping out your flesh as it moves. You cry, you feel the tears run down your face, you let out loud, agonizing cries of pain. Trent loves it. So much.
(02:49:44 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: he would, too. the bastard.
(02:50:32 AM) Cat Chapman: Seeing as he has a raging erection, and that you are strapped down, he mounts you, his cock brushing against your wet, bloody entrance, prodding at it a bit, but not fully inserting himself just yet.
(02:52:54 AM) Cat Chapman: He still has things to do with his razorblades. Blades, plural, yes. He grabs his much-abused razor, and also a new, pristine, unstained blade. He hands the virgin blade to you, and unbinds the hand he placed it in. He unbinds your other hand and your neck, leaving you only bound by your legs, which are forced to be spread wide, wide apart.
(02:53:20 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: interesting!
(02:53:59 AM) Cat Chapman: He looks into your eyes, obviously nervous, with beads of sweat on his face. "Tell me you want this, my love."
(02:54:21 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: I want this, Trent.
(02:55:18 AM) Cat Chapman: "Staci. I want you to hurt me. While we make love here, I want you to hurt me. If I undo your remaining bonds, will you promise to cut me deep, to abuse me, to make me hurt like I have never hurt before?"
(02:55:45 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: Yes, Trent, I will hurt you, I will hurt you so badly.
(02:58:36 AM) Cat Chapman: He smiles, and undoes the bonds holding your legs and feet. He shuts off the mirror's light, leaving the room dimly lit by a candle in the corner. He enters you slowly, slowly so you can feel every inch of him sliding into your hot, wet pussy. Slowly so he can feel your muscles gripping his cock, so he can feel your physical want.
(02:59:04 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: oh my god, do want
(03:00:12 AM) Cat Chapman: As he enters you, he runs his blade down your chest, slicing at the same speed he pushes himself in. He slices deep and slow, the blade still having some acidic properties.
(03:01:09 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: I take my blade, and position it on his back, and slice deep and slow as he does, in rhythm with his thrusts.
(03:02:57 AM) Cat Chapman: Trent, finally completely inside of you, remembers his favorite addition to his arsenal. He grabs the full lemon he used for the needle, and places it on the table next to him and you. He smiles and nods, as in "yes, you can use it too." He slices the lemon in half with his razorblade, and squeezes the fruit as he does so, getting as much acid on the blade as possible
(03:05:02 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: I wince as he does so, and take the lemon once he's done with it. Not used to having this kind of power, my nervousness shows all over my face. I drip some of the juice on my blade, knowing how much this will hurt him, but remembering how he hurt me, and my sense of revenge rises. I stare coldly into his eyes, wanting him to hurt like how I hurt.
(03:05:40 AM) Cat Chapman: Trent senses your anger, your lust for revenge. "Hurt me, Staci."
(03:06:45 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: "I'm going to, Trent." And with that, I take the blade and shove it into his flesh on the back of his hip, cutting deeply, while staring at him blankly.
(03:09:15 AM) Cat Chapman: Trent screams out in agony, tears immediately flowing from his eyes, but this doesn't stop him from fucking you. He thrusts into you hard, the pain giving him incentive to go harder and harder, to get his mind off it. As he thrusts, he looks into your eyes, and runs the blade down his own wrist, just barely missing the artery. He holds his arm over your face, allowing himself to bleed onto you. He delights in the sight, he loves seeing his blood on you.
(03:12:55 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: Being covered in his blood, I get more aroused, and moan slightly. With my blade I dig deeply into him again, in the same spot, making the cut even deeper, and feeling his blood coat my hand and spill out onto the floor. I lick his blood from his arm off of the corners of my mouth, where it is still dripping, and smile sweetly, which looks pretty creepy at the time.
(03:14:28 AM) Cat Chapman: "Unnngh... Staci.. I love it when you hurt me..." he continues fucking you, making a small incision on your lip as he does so. "You look so beautiful when you bleed from the mouth."
(03:16:45 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: "Oooh, thank you, Trent..." I take my blade and dig into his back in another place, cutting deeply and in time with his thrusts. "I fucking love hurting you, watching you hurt. Your face twisted in agony and pleasure."
(03:18:09 AM) Cat Chapman: Trent, whose face is soaked with tears, leans down to kiss you passionately, his tongue asking your bloody lips for permission to enter.
(03:19:45 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: Allowing him to enter my mouth, I tease his tongue with mine. I suck his tongue in, then bite down sharply, feeling his blood spill into my mouth.
(03:21:16 AM) Cat Chapman: He moans loudly, and grabs your hips to fuck you harder. The blade in his hand holding your hip starts to dig into your flesh, but he doesn't notice. "nnnhurt me more..." he manages to say
(03:23:06 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: I grab the lemon, slicing my blade into it to get it recoated with acid, then pull him down onto me and slice excruciatingly deep into the back of his neck, feeling his blood rush out and flood onto me. "Oh Trent.... oh god fuck me...... oh fuck...."
(03:25:04 AM) Cat Chapman: "OHHh..Ohh.. ohhgod..." is all he can say, as the tears continue falling from his eyes. He thrusts into you faster, harder, going deeper. He takes his blade and makes a nice cut right on your breast, outlining it with a bloody red cut
(03:27:21 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: I scream, tears streaming down my face, my hips keep thrusting into him. I cut him on his cheek, following the path of his tears, and even more blood spills out covering the both of us.
(03:30:38 AM) Cat Chapman: He moans lightly, but realizes that he likes your idea quite a lot. He imagines your face covered in blood, and gets even more aroused inside of you. He returns the favor you did to him, and slices your cheek, making it look as if you are crying blood. "Oh yes, oh fuck yes.." he says at the sight. "I'm gonna fucking cum so fucking hard Staci... oh fuck yes..." he thrusts faster, harder, and leans down to lick the blood and tears off your face. He then gives you a wet, bloody kiss on the lips. "Fuuuuck... Staci... I love you so fucking much"
(03:33:32 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: "Ooooh Trent, oh my fucking god....... oh fuck fuck fuck, I am going to fucking..... oh my god....... fuckfuckfuck... Trent I love you, oh god I love you, I love you more than anything in the world, fuck I love you!" I keep thrusting towards him, and I make another dangerously deep cut, this time on his chest, right over his heart.
(03:35:31 AM) Cat Chapman: Thrusting as hard and as fast as physically, humanly possible, he screams out with pleasure as he spills his hot seed into you. As he cums, he makes a large, deep gash into your chest. An L-shaped gasp, presumably for "Love"
(03:39:02 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: Feeling him cum violently into me, I climax harder than I ever have before. Screaming out "TREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENT" and crying, I make another deep cut into his back, being able to barely see in the mirror above us, and did an L as well, seeing as he did to me, and we might as well match.
(03:40:22 AM) Cat Chapman: Panting, Trent collapses onto your bloody body. Your bloody bodies intertwine when you wrap your arms around him and drop the blade. He drops his blade as well, and holds you close. "Staci, I love you."
(03:41:32 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: "Trent, my god, I love you, and I will never ever let you go." I say, holding him close to me, our blood mixing and becoming one.
(03:42:01 AM) Cat Chapman: that was awesome
(03:42:08 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: that was really fucking awesome
(03:42:19 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: we have to collaborate like that more often with weird, twisted shit
(03:42:20 AM) Cat Chapman: thanks for bearing with my weirdness
(03:42:22 AM) Cat Chapman: yeah
(03:42:23 AM) Cat Chapman: srsly
(03:42:24 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: srsly
(03:42:27 AM) Cat Chapman: but for now i think i need to get to bed
(03:42:29 AM) Cat Chapman: i am DYING lmao
(03:42:30 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: lol okay
(03:42:36 AM) Cat Chapman: so love you, goodnight!
(03:42:42 AM) Gatesophile@gmail.com/Home: lol love you too, night!





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