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Post by lucy megan nelson on Jun 21, 2009 4:00:28 GMT
[/i] Diamonds][/size][/blockquote][/left] She straddled him again, because no other position gave her as much acess to the areas she had been working on before. She reached over and grabbed the scissors and stapler to move them closer, still not putting the letter opener down. Her eyes were still on the letter opener as well, and she twirled it around a couple of times before exchanging it with the stapler. So, how was she supposed to do this ? Did he want to be stapled in a certain spot ? How much pressure was she supposed to use ? As she wasn't really one to ask for directions, just preferences when she was feeling benevolent, she decided not to specifiy rules.
Lucy pulled bottom of the stapler away from the top so that the whole thing was spread out, and laid it flat against his chest for a moment, her eyes now on his face, before balling her other hand into a fist and bringing it down hard on the stapler's head. Lucy thought it was a little funny that not too long ago she was the crazier of the two (or at least that's how most people would have seen it), but she wasn't the one who enjoyed having staples shoved into her flesh. She didn't really think he was crazy though... she just thought he had some weird interests.
Maybe she was the crazy one for doing this. After all, at least he was getting his kicks, she was just hurting someone to see what happened. That was creepy. That was the same reason the little kids that grew up to be serial killers tortured animals. Then again, if people kept messing with her tea parties, Lucy could easily become a serial killer. She lifted the stapler away from his skin and debated over where to put it next. Should she move on to something else, or keep doing the stapler ? She decided to use the stapler a little more and set it back down on his skin, close to the first one. In the same quick, warningless way she had done the first one, she suddenly hit the stapler and sent the staple into his skin.
She pulled it away again and looked down at the blood slowly coming up around the two staples.
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Post by August Hewelt on Jun 21, 2009 23:08:17 GMT
His eyes stared up at the ceiling as he felt her body straddling him again. Lifting his head up a little, he finally had a close enough view to figure out what had been in her hand by the desk. A letter opener? Good girl. He smirked as he watched her pull the scissors and stapler closer. For those few moments he could see that she wasn't quite sure if she wanted to put the letter opener down. August couldn't really care if she did or not, it would be totally unexpected for her to just forget about the stapler and go ahead with the opener.
She soon had made her decision and the stapler was now in her hand. Laying his head back down against the ground, he took in a breath as he heard the bottom of the stapler, unhinge from the top. As he felt the cold of the metal against his skin, he noticed her looking down at his face. Dear god, he hoped she didn't girl thingy out now. Without any warning he heard a click as her hand connected with it, and the staple entered into his skin. A grunt escaped as he felt it enter, his jaw clenched, his eyes closed, before opening back wide.
The stapler lifted up off of him, and he watched her, what was she going to do now? Was she going to continue on - the cold metal again. Just as the first had gone, she hadn't told him when she was going to do it. Didn't give him any signs, but that was okay, he liked the element of surprise, it made things better. His head moved back, so that his chin was pointed into the air, as he let out a moan.
He panted as he brought his head back down hearing her question
"No"
he shook his head, as he moved his hand up to her cheek, pushing her hair back behind her ear
"Leave 'em for now"
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Post by lucy megan nelson on Jun 22, 2009 1:29:54 GMT
[/i] Diamonds][/size][/blockquote][/left] She watched his face with interest, still slightly surprised when the expression wasn't one of pain. It was hard for her to believe that someone could honestly find pain pleasurable. Especially staples... if someone were to try and staple her, she'd either run away, or kick them depending on how big they were. She definetely wasn't into pain that way. Inflicting it was fun, and she was even enjoying this, though it wasn't the same as a fight because it lacked the adrenaline and excitement. She still had the slight urge to rip the staples out anyway, but since he told her not too, she decided not to, at least for now.
Lucy nodded.
"Okay." As his hand pushed her hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear she laid the stapler back against his skin, close to the other two because she thought that would make taking them out a little more interesting. She put the third staple in the same way she had put in the first and second, quick and unexpectedly, with no real warning beforehand. Without taking it off of his skin, she moved the stapler over a little and hit the head again, sending in the fourth staple without any real pause. After that, she had gotten just a little bored, so she lifted the stapler and laid it aside, picking up the scissors instead.
She inspected the scissor blades intently, finding them to be a little duller than they had origninally been due to a lot of use, but they were still fairly sharp. She pressed one side into the middle of his chest and drew it down, slowly. She didn't think it'd really cut him, though she was pretty sure it was more effective than using her nails for scratching. Her eyes were locked on his face as always, trying to see if this was better or worse to him compared with the stapling. That was another thing she found interesting. To her, pain was just pain. Sure, some pains were worse than others and a crushing pain was different than a cutting pain, but it pretty much felt like different levels of the same thing.
He seemed to find some things better than others in a different sense than higher levels of pain. It didn't really make sense to her, but she was curious enough to want to find out which things he prefered. |
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Post by August Hewelt on Jun 22, 2009 1:46:22 GMT
The stapler was back against his skin once again, and he lifted his head up a little to see where she had placed it this time. Right near where the others had been, and before he could put his head back down, she slammed it down. Oh that rush. That feeling, it cause his head to go back and slam against the floor. It moved slightly to the side before she hit it again. This time it had hit part of the previous staple, causing the knew one to bump up as it entered. He clenched his teeth, a moan coming from his throat.
Hearing the stapler being set down, he wanted to know what she had in her hands now. He started to lift his head up when he stopped. He didn't want to see, he wanted it to be a surprise. When it was a surprise it was always better. He didn't know what to expect, unlike when he actually knew the utensil that someone was going to use on him. He felt something against his chest soon. It was a little dull, but there was a light sharpness to it. Scissors. That's what it had to be, he'd felt them so many times before, but never on the chest. As she moved them down, they made some scratches, though no blood was drawn.
His face seemed to make the same expression it had when she had been scratching him. It felt good, but it was nothing compared to the biting and the staples. Her nails had even been a bit sharper than it. If they had been a new pair of scissors, then it would have brought on a better feeling. The more pain that seemed to be inflicted onto him, the more he seemed to be into it.
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Post by lucy megan nelson on Jun 22, 2009 2:41:16 GMT
[/i] Diamonds][/size][/blockquote][/left] She smirked a little as he hit his head against the floor when the staple was pushed into his skin. He really seemed to like those. The scissors, however, didn't work nearly as well as she'd thought they would. Lucy frowned, looking down at the little red line that the scissor edge had left behind. That wasn't going to do much... Still frowning, she flipped the scissors over and used the other side that seemed to be less worn down. This time, she put a lot more pressure on them than she had the first time. Her main goal was to break the skin and this was mostly due to the expression on his face. He had obviously enjoyed it, but it wasn't nearly as good as the stapling.
Inflicting pain was something she was good at. Not hurting someone who was letting her hurt him enough would be a little bit of a fail for her. And, that would damage her ego severely. She wasn't really looking at his face anymore, she was studying the trail the scissors left behind, seeing the damage done and deciding whether or not it was worth it to keep using them or if she should just pick up the stapler again or move on to the letter opener... and that was a tempting thought. Yes, she had even cut her finger open on a letter opener once, she was interested in seeing what it could do to someone else when she was actually trying to hurt them.
Her mind didn't really think it was that odd that she was so entertained by this, but to anyone else, it would be seen as pretty twisted. Lucy was intrigued by things like that and always had been, but this was the first time she had actually explored that interest like this. Because there was a huge difference between rolling around on the floor with someone while you're both beating the crap out of each other and just hurting someone who liked it and seeing what happened. Most people would be too freaked out to even scratch someone like she had scratched him, but she had taken it to biting, which really wasn't that odd considering how most people did that at some point to significant others, but most people didn't staple other people, even when they were fighting, let alone just because. |
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Post by August Hewelt on Jun 22, 2009 2:58:10 GMT
The scissors were against his skin once again, though they felt a little different than they had the first time. They were slightly sharper than the first, which meant she must have flipped them over to the other blade on the scissors. As she pressed them down and moved them, they went in a little deeper than the other side had. That was it. That felt better. This side was much closer to her nails than the other had been. The skin broke, if only a little, and though the blood didn't necessarily come out, it reddened around the scratches.
The sensation continued a few times on his chest, scratching it up. His hand moved running over them, before it went back to his side. If they had some peroxide or alcohol that would make this all feel better. That stinging sensation always sent chills through his body, and hearing the bubbles that were created using the peroxide was kind of fun to hear. There had suddenly been an absence of anything. What was she doing? Would she go back to the stapler or keep on with the scissors? He was hoping she would go back to the stapler, or maybe - she had brought something else over hear hadn't she?
Yes! The letter opener. He remembered seeing that, and if she used it he was certain that it would be his favorite of the group.
"What are you doing up there?"
he asked, his eyes staring up at the ceiling, not moving his head to look at her. Part of him wanted her to answer verbally, but part of him, the bigger part, wanted her to answer with an action. He closed his eyes, as he laid there, just waiting for her to do something.
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Post by lucy megan nelson on Jun 22, 2009 3:19:35 GMT
[/i] Diamonds][/size][/blockquote][/left] Her eyes narrowed as she looked at the barely there scratch left from the scissors. That was pitiful. With a slight sigh of frustration, she tossed them aside, muttering a sullen, "Screw this." as she did so. Her hand gripped the letter opener instead, twirling it around in her hand as she had done when she first picked it up. She slid her finger over its edge carefully just to test it, and found it to be just as sharp as it looked. Yes, that little blade could do some damage. Lucy looked down and noticed that he wasn't looking up. Now that she thought about it, he hadn't looked up in a while. Was he enjoying the suspense ?
His question surprised her since it kind of broke apart her suspense theory, but she decided to keep him in the dark anyway. She ran a finger along the four staples in his chest a little forcefully, at the same time her other hand brought the letter opener down so it was close to his skin.
"You'll see." If he honestly wanted to know what she was doing next, he could lift up his head. But, at this point, she'd probably just push it back down. Lucy lowered the letter opener to the skin on his collar bone, and set the tip of it against him. She pressed in until she saw a small bead of blood well up around the letter opener's tip and then she started to pull down slowly, making sure that it continued to cut him. She couldn't tell how deep it was, but she wasn't really pushing down that hard, so it couldn't be seriously deep.
She lifted up after a few inches and paused for a moment to stare down at the line she had made. Lucy moved the letter opener back up to where she had started and laid it agains his skin again, this time letting the whole blade rest against his skin. It occured to her that she should probably ask before scarring him, so she decided to be polite.
"Deeper ?" she asked, her voice as conversational as if she'd just asked him about the weather. Yes, even on her meds that made the voices leave her head for a bit, she was still quite off in the head. |
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Post by August Hewelt on Jun 22, 2009 3:34:24 GMT
You'll see. Those words made him smirk a little. He was glad that she wasn't going to tell him. He really did enjoy the suspense, it was something you could only get when someone else was hurting you. When you hurt yourself, or rather when he hurt himself, he knew what he was going to do. Maybe he didn't know until moments before it happened, as he tended to do things spur of the moment, but he still knew he was going to cut himself or burn himself, because he was holding the utensil to do so.
Feeling the blade against his skin, he closed his eyes, relaxing his body underneath her. That was definitely the letter opener she had brought over. It entered into his skin and he could feel the area becoming a little wet, not much, but a drop or two maybe. She started moving it down and he tensed his body up, before letting it fall into a relaxed position again. He loved cutting the most, that's why his arms were filled with marks from them. He laughed to himself as he thought about them. People always thought it was the so called Emo kids that cut themselves, no one would have ever figured that the rich kid did it as well, though his reason was usually different than theirs.
The blade lifted up and he was thinking to himself that either this part had really freaked her out or that she was going to put it on a different area. He was going to go with the second of the two. He was wrong on both of them. She did place it back down, but she put it where she had started the first cut. This time, however, the whole blade was placed against his skin.
"Deeper"
he answered her as if it were nothing, as if she had asked him if he'd had a good day.
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Post by lucy megan nelson on Jun 22, 2009 3:56:57 GMT
[/i] Diamonds][/size][/blockquote][/left] She could feel him relax and tense and then relax again underneath her, and that made her think he liked it. Of course, she knew he liked it because it hurt... or it would have hurt her, at least, but the tensing thing made her think that he had really liked it. And when he answered her question with the answer she had been expecting, she nodded once and set about granting it. Her hand had never left the handle of the letter opener, but she hadn't put any pressure on it yet, so it was just resting in the previous cut she had made on his chest. She bore down on the handle, much harder than she had the first time, but not as hard as she could.
After all, if they got blood on the floor of the staff room, she was pretty sure it couldn't end well. Sure, they probably wouldn't know who did it, but they'd know people were in here. And that might make them raise the security level. Which would mean she'd never have decent food ever again. Now that she was thinking about the staff, she realized at this point, this couldn't be mistaken for just two kids making out or doing something normal. If someone came in ehre, they'd know that she was hurting him. And that could get her in trouble. Oh well, she'd just hope that no one decided to come in for a cookie.
Lucy guided the letter opener back down the same cut she had made earlier, keeping a steady pressure on it the entire time. After she had reached the end, she lifted it up like she had done the last time. Looking at his stomach and chest and seeing the line she had made with the letter opener, it occured to her that it was kind of like a canvas. But, she'd resist the urge to carve her name into him as tempting as it was. He might not appreciate that as much as Denise and Cathy would later when they came back. So, instead, she laid the knife down in the end of the first cut and put pressure on the letter opener before she began to slide it across, making a cut that was perpendicular to the first one. The pressure she used was a little more than the amount she had used on her last stroke with the letter opener, as she was trying to make this one just as deep as the first one was without having to go over it twice. |
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Post by August Hewelt on Jun 22, 2009 5:10:58 GMT
She pressed down on the blade. It had been a bit harder this time than before, and it went deeper into his skin. He moved his hand to his mouth, covering it as it muffled a moan. He didn't want to be too loud in case someone was passing by. Usually he kept himself from getting too loud, but with all that had been going on and then this, it was getting hard to control himself. That's what the hand was for. He could squeeze his mouth shut if he needed to with it.
When she lifted the knife up, he could feel the blood on his skin. It was warm and trickling down. He wondered if some of it would get on the floor. If it did would the staff even notice? Was there something they could use to cover it up? Why was he even caring? Oh right, they'd investigate this shit probably and throw him into the isolation center. That was something August couldn't handle, isolation. Any normal person might have told her to stop and that they should leave after this, but August was feeling way too good, and besides he'd made a life out of going against authority and breaking rules, if he were to stop now he'd be going against himself.
The area of his skin that the blade was touching changed a little. He could still feel the tip of it at the end of the last mark he'd let her make on his skin, but as she slid it, she slid it in a different direction. As it moved across, blood started to surface, mixing with the blood that had come from the first line, and the blood trickling from the staples was starting to meet with them.
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Post by lucy megan nelson on Jun 26, 2009 3:34:22 GMT
[/i] Diamonds][/size][/blockquote][/left] With him lying underneath her, she was suddenly struck by how much bigger than her he was. She was fairly small, and he was pretty large, and yet here she was in control, hurting him. It was actually a little funny. Then again, if it was her on the bottom getting cut, she wouldn't be taking it the same way he was. She'd probably be doing her darnedest to get him off of her and then beat the crap out of him for even thinking about causing her pain. Lucy even hated mandatory pains like shots.
When he tried to stifle his moan, she understood why and moved her free hand so that she could clamp down over his mouth and keep him quieter. If someone came in and saw her straddling a shirtless guy with several wounds while she was holding an instrument that had obviously been used to create several of the marks on the guy, she was pretty sure she'd get in trouble. And for some reason, she didn't think her excuse (which was 'He asked me to.") would work too well for her. She pressed down on his mouth hard, making his lips scrape against his teeth. That was another useful thing about him liking pain, she didn't have to worry about the nicities like avoiding unnessasary pains with him.
She lifted the blade up and looked down at the surprising amount of blood that was coming from the different injuries she had given him. Hmm... it probably wouldn't be good if that got on the carpet. Lucy stretched out the arm with the letter opener in it and yanked a box of tissues that had been sitting on a small table by the armchair towards her. She pulled a couple of tissues out of the box and pressed them into the pooling blood on his chest, not being gentle about it at all. In fact, she actually pressed her nails into the cuts through the tissue, which just created more blood for her to wipe up.
Once there wasn't a danger of him dripping on the floor, she pressed the blade back into the horizontal cut and deepened it, more concerned with getting him to bleed more than marking him up. It was odd how the blood facinated her, it was just such a pretty color. And, it only added the sense of power that this entire situation was giving her. She loved that feeling. |
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Post by August Hewelt on Jun 28, 2009 20:21:44 GMT
Her hand was sent and clamped down over his own, that was on his mouth. This caused the moans to become even more muffled than before. As she pressed down hard, his lips went across his teeth, scraping them up, but he didn't care, when he felt the slight trickling of blood starting on the inside of his mouth. In fact he welcomed it, swallowing it down. He chuckled a little to himself as he was reminded of a line from Fight Club 'you can swallow an entire pint of blood before you get sick.' He wondered if this was true. He'd never swallowed that much blood before, he'd have to try that sometime. Get in a real bloody fight.
His eyes kept on the ceiling as he felt the blade lift up. What was she going to do now? He really didn't want to know. He wanted everything from now on to be a surprise, that's just the way he liked it. The tissues were now being pressed against his chest. It was light for a few seconds before she pressed down and he could feel her nails. Oh god did that feel wonderful. He could feel a little more blood seeping from his wounds as she did this.
The feeling of the blade soon returned to one of the cuts, digging deeper into it. His body tensed up, before it fell into a relaxed position once again. He could feel more of the warm blood as it started to move in a few lines from the wound.
"If you keep like this, you're going to have to give me something to hold on to"
he said as he moved her hand and his own from his mouth. His chest was pounding and his breathing was getting heavier and heavier.
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Post by lucy megan nelson on Jul 2, 2009 1:18:21 GMT
[/i] Diamonds][/size][/blockquote][/left] She could feel the vibrations of his moans in her palm, and that only made her press down harder. The blood was coming out of the main cut faster now and she pressed the tissues back into the wound in the same way she'd done it the first time with her nails digging in as well. In the few seconds after she lifted the tissues away she could see exactly how deep the cut was and that made her wince a little. Maybe she'd gotten carried away. That was probably going to scar. But, fortunately, that wasn't her problem. Lucy chuckled lightly when he said he was going to need something to hold onto.
"Darling, there's me and there's the floor. Grab or don't grab whatever, I'm not stopping until you make me."
This really was reminding her of playing with her dolls when she was little, only August hadn't done anything wrong that he was being punished for and instead of cutting off his hair and giving him horrible make up with permanent marker, she was cutting him with a letter opener. It was wonderful to see how much she'd matured over the years. Thinking it'd be best to leave the really deep cut alone, especially since it was still bleeding, she went to the first cut she'd made on him. That one had nearly stopped bleeding and the blood on it was starting to dry. It was going to be a nasty scab later on. She slid the tip of the letter opener back into it and watched as the blood started to well up around it again.
Lucy lowered her head down, being careful not to let herself press up against him to avoid getting blood all over herself, and pressed her teeth against his neck again for a moment before opening her mouth and biting him rather hard. She could still see the marks from the last bites she'd given him and that made her smirk a little. The hand holding the letter opener moved down a little, deepening the cut to the same depth that she thought the horizontal one was. For some reason, the twisted thought that cookie cutters would be fun popped into her head, and that made her begin to imagine August's chest and stomach covered in patterned cuts. It would be a very interesting sight, to say the least. |
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Post by August Hewelt on Jul 3, 2009 5:52:08 GMT
As she dug her nails into the wound again, he clenched his teeth, his cheeks puffing up a little before he opened his mouth and air came out, his cheeks deflating. When she lifted them up, his head lifted up as well, the first timehe had done so in a while. Glancing down he saw the blood and the open wounds. The sights caused him to shudder in delight.
"You are truly amazing"
he said as he let his head fall back against the floor. She was right, if he needed to grab onto something there was really only two choices for him.
August stared up at the ceiling once again as she moved from his latest incisision, back to the first one she had made. There was something about having a scar reopened that gave him goosebumps, even if it had only started to scab over a few moments ago. To feel some fresh blood come from a former cut elated him sometimes even more than a fresh one did. There were several scars he'd made wider and deeper because he would go back and cut in that same area once again.
When she lowered her head and pressed her teeth against his neck, he bit his lower lip as he quivered in anticipation. That's when she did it. She bit down rather hard. His hands gripped the sides of her arms as he let out a moan.
"Oh Lu - Luce"
his hands moved down and around her back, gripping her shirt. The letter opener moved down, and he pulled at the shirt, his head turning a little, his lips pressing against her neck.
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Post by lucy megan nelson on Jul 4, 2009 5:43:59 GMT
Lucy grinned when he said she was amazing. True, she had already known that, but having it repeated was always nice. She could feel him shaking slightly as her teeth just barely touched the skin of his neck and the reaction the actual bite gave him made her have the urge to smile which she repressed as it would be difficult to do while biting him. His hands were suddenly gripping her arms and that surprised her which made the letter opener go slightly off course. She was guessing that it had made the cut a lot deeper than she had originally intended, but as her head was currently burrowed in the crook of his neck while she bit him, it was impossible for her to tell exactly what happened. Oh, well.
His arms went around her which she was a little glad of as his grip on her arms hadn't exactly been loose. She continued pulling the letter opener down until she felt the resistance of unmarked flesh. She would probably wind up starting all over if she tried to move the letter opener back up to the top of the cut, so she just slid it backwards, using a little more force as she was cutting in a way that felt unnatural. At least, she had never cut anything like that before. Then again, she had never cut much before this, so maybe the extra force was completely unnessasary.
Her teeth relaxed only for a moment and then she bit down again with a little more force as she felt his lips press against her neck. That felt nice which made her bite down even harder on his neck. The letter opener was still sliding up, though she had no idea how deep the cut was now or how much she was deepening it now. Finally, she reached the top and then she moved it over, to what she was pretty certain was a new spot. She dug in again and began pulling down, starting a new cut. |
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