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Post by Jean d'Eau on Jan 2, 2015 21:31:52 GMT
Jean tilts his head to the side, a soft crack as he realigns a vertebra in his neck echos in the bedroom. "Why don't you tell me, in detail, what you want me to do to you. I like to give a lady exactly what she wants, no more and no less."
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I'm a Nightmare dressed as a Daydream
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Post by Quinn Mason on Jan 2, 2015 23:12:20 GMT
She walks to the nightstand and pulls out a knife "Cut me." she says and holds out the gleaming silver blade. She seems already in a daze, lost in the pleasure and deep deep pain. Pain that can never be fulfilled.
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I'm a Nightmare dressed as a Daydream
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Post by Quinn Mason on Jan 9, 2015 7:28:58 GMT
(Bump)
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Post by Jean d'Eau on Jan 10, 2015 1:54:35 GMT
Jean grins at the blade, then turns his cold eyes to look at her. From behind his back, he pulls his own knife. "Now, why would I want to use that when I have one of my own? But I think if I am going to be doing some cutting, I need to cut you where it hurts..."
Jean walks slowly towards her until he gets close to the bed. He raises the knife with a grin, his smile as sharp as the blade in his hand. With a quick downward stab, he slashes into the black duvet cover and into the mattress beneath it. He pulls, creating a jagged rip in the bed, exposing a mess of fabric and bed springs.
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I'm a Nightmare dressed as a Daydream
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Post by Quinn Mason on Jan 10, 2015 2:13:07 GMT
Her eyes widen when he brings forth a knife of his own, but when he moves towards the bed her brow furrows in confusion. When the spring erupts from its plushy home she takes a step forward " A...now I just moved in. But you have me mistaken, objects are replaceable. So why don't you cut me where it hurts?" she asks.
Does he not want to play? Am I not good enough for him? Of course your not good enough for him. Your not good enough for anyone. Who would want a ragged doll like you. her mind reels at his rejection. And yet the rejection feels good.
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Post by Jean d'Eau on Jan 11, 2015 5:02:23 GMT
Jean smiles and takes another stab at the bed. "I am cutting you where it hurts, Quinn. If I carved up your flesh, I would just be giving you what you want. I'm just cutting away what you really don't need..."
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I'm a Nightmare dressed as a Daydream
Elder
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Post by Quinn Mason on Jan 11, 2015 6:36:15 GMT
Her eyes flash with fury at not getting what she has asked for but deeper, his rejection is what really matters. She pouts "But I was really looking forward to it. " stepping towards him. "Come on, just a little blood." she asks her voice husky with lust but almost whining, like a child that needs to be put in their place.
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Post by Jean d'Eau on Jan 12, 2015 0:09:18 GMT
"Shut up," he says in a way that does not brook any disagreement. "You wanted me to destroy you, not matter what you might have said. This is what destruction looks like. If you behave, I might refrain from burning down your haven. If you want me to stop, I'll stop. But you and I should probably come up with a safety word, don't you think?"
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I'm a Nightmare dressed as a Daydream
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Post by Quinn Mason on Jan 12, 2015 5:02:02 GMT
She lowers her head in compliance "Yes. A safety word would be good. How about 'can i have some coffee'" she asks looking up demurly, wanting to please this new play partner.
Maybe he'll be my new Master. Do you really want a new one? Isnt that why you keep running? Nooo... she argues with herself.
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Post by Jean d'Eau on Jan 12, 2015 16:53:01 GMT
"Good," he says in a way that is more simple statement than any form of praise. "Why were you stumbling around in that alley earlier this evening? Is that the way you hunt?"
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I'm a Nightmare dressed as a Daydream
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Post by Quinn Mason on Jan 13, 2015 8:48:06 GMT
She smiles remembering earlier her face full of lust and hunger once more "My earlier play mate had drugs in his system. Its not how i hunt but i wanted to have more fun." She adds her voice still husky with want. Want for the touch of flesh, the touch of steel and the taste of blood.
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Post by Jean d'Eau on Jan 19, 2015 1:25:19 GMT
Jean scowls at her. "If you continue to hunt like that and stumble around the streets afterward, you are going to get yourself murdered in a dark alley some night." From the expression on his face, it might just be Jean that does the murdering in a dark alley some night.
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I'm a Nightmare dressed as a Daydream
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Post by Quinn Mason on Jan 20, 2015 5:16:11 GMT
"Yes." She agrees her eyes down as she is scolds. Im not that high... she thinks to herself in a small child tone. She steps one step closer to him and traces the exposed spring with her finger.
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