Sick
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Sick
As he ran his slender fingers through my curly, dark brown hair, I shivered, knowing what happens next. He knows me well. The curves of my body seemed all too familiar to him. The man slid his hand from my face to my hand, where he intertwined his fingers with mine. He pulled me closer so we were face-to-face. I was forced to gaze at him. He was beautiful. My cheeks burned as I stared into his deep grey eyes. My eyes wondered down to his bloodlust-filled smile. Blinking hard, I met the ground with a frown. I knew I was just his toy. A mere plaything. But I couldn’t help feeling something for him. Unsure if the feeling was positive or negative. It was just something about the way he cared for me. Then I felt the blade, cold as ice. My vision started fading away as he gave my hand one last squeeze before I left the world forever…
~End