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02-02-2015, 07:43 PM
It was over. Her breaths were coming in heavily. Portions of her body still were oozing blood. Other parts still ached. Her game had been thwarted and it enraged her. Yet she was craving more. Unadulterated loathing burned inside her chest. Beside still was fiery adoration. The spider wasn’t some common whore to be mounted and thrown aside when her uses were over. She glowered at Reginald with every bit of hatred she had. Part of her wished to stalk away back to the spider she had previously been watching. But that would involve rolling over in submission. She wouldn’t let herself be dominated. But yet it pleased her. Everything was so confusing and she found herself for once completely unsure of herself. Even when she was naught more than a lost babe, she was able to find herself. She was able to see her desires. Now she was scrambling through the dark trying to grapple onto any form of dignity left. She shook her head and finally laughed softly at all of this. Reginald might have done the act of a man but he was still a boy. “Does that satisfy you?” She hissed focusing her gaze in on the gray boy. “Some say this is the passage into manhood, but, Reginald you’re nothing more than a colt. Your little hissy fit proved that.” Much like him she had pent up desire and cravings. Unlike him though she was patient, an opportunist. Truly she had gotten what she wanted but she wouldn’t give him the gratification of that. The spider would drag him down with her and she would show what a pathetic creature he had been. "Throw another fit if it offends you. But that would just prove my point." @[Reginald] |
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