Jezebel was at her sowing table as Jade walked into the room.
"I never, ever, tire of seeing you on that machine my darling." Jade leans over, sending welcoming kisses along the curve of Jezebels neck.
"Mistress, I did not hear you enter. Good evening. Should I get your bath?" her voice slightly pitched as Jade's teeth nipped at her shoulder.
Jade sighed kissing Jezebel's cheek, giving her a tight squeeze from behind, before walking to her bedroom.
Enjoying the black and white simplicity of her room. The circle bed with its black sheets, the sheer dark curtains around it. The white sheer curtains over the four windows in front of the bed. Looking outside you would see a simple street of Austin, the college only a block away. Slipping off her black flats she walks across the "wood" floor and into the large bathroom. The mirror was a sight she could have done with out, strands of her curly black hair were falling tiredly around her face. Walking over to the shower stall, turning the water on as high as it will go. Jade undresses in a lazy fashion. The mirror begins to sweat and fog. Out of habit she leans over the counter tracing her finger over the fogged mirror. Drawing designs and names, words written in cursive, only to watch them fade from her view. The steam was now rolling on the floor, turning the water temperature down she steps into the water. The feel sends a sound of relief over her tired shoulders.
A humming sound, as if someone singing rings around the bathroom, bouncing off the tiles. Keeping her head down as she watches the long strands go from curly to little wet ribbons of hair. Her eyes close as she reaches behind for the shampoo. A forceful hand takes her wrist pulling her from her mental ease. Jade's head snaps up upon the aggression, her fist raised and ready to take out who ever shared the shower with her. Before she could swing, her eyes locked with a petite blonde woman before her. Her mouth gaped slightly.
"Who are you!? What are you doing in my shower?!" Jades words were harsh and raised above a whisper. Anger slowly boiling. The little woman still had her wrist in her grip, and wouldn't let go.
Pulling Jade toward her in a smooth unholy strength, her other wrist in the woman hands, then shoved back she is pushed up against the wet tile. The shower water now pours over the blonde woman. She is naked, her breasts bounce, but are not enough to have much weight. The nipples tight and as pink as she had ever seen. The woman's waist was small, though she held almost no hips, she was a few inches shorter then her. She had green eyes, and pale pink full lips. Light blonde curly mass was in between her thighs. A tribal tattoo was wrapped around her right thigh and along her hip bone. Large eyes never left Jades face. She had a small nose, with slight freckles across the bridge. Her blonde hair was wavy and fell in a thick mass down to her tailbone.
"I'm Fate." Fate squeezed Jade's wrists, stepping in close she takes Jades breast into her mouth, the tips of her teeth pulling roughly at Jade's nipple.
Jade buckles under the pain in her wrists trying to pull away. What the hell is going on!? She watched Fate move her head to her breast and nip at her nipple.Her thighs shivered in need, Jade tried moving her wrists or moving her body out from under Fates touch but the woman was made of soft stone it seemed. Fates laughter was wicked and cruel. Jade felt fear.
"You are my slave this evening. 'Mistress Jade'." her tone all but mocking. Fate's green eyes were cold, but held more. "You will enjoy my physical doing to you. You will moan, and squirm, you will be tied up and forced to cum for me, over and over! This is not a blessing of sweet release for you Jade. I'm Fate, I'm the Mistress here! You are my slave now, at least for this evening." Fates wet body presses up against Jade's more firmly, standing up on her toes she slowly circles her own small breasts over Jade's ample ones. "Look down Jade, I know what you enjoy most..." Fate's whisper caressed Jade's ear. A fresh batch of cold chills run along her back and thighs. "I want to remind you that no matter how wonderful." Fate nips at Jades ear lobe roughly "you make things feel on the outside, no matter how strong you come off to other people, you are broken on the inside." Fate takes Jade's mouth with her own, heat and water drips over there faces as Fate pulls Jade from the bathroom.
"What are you talking about, bitch. Unhand me now. I don't have time for this." Jade's words were clear and firm, but even as Jade pulled and tugged it was as if Fate had an iron grip on her wrists.
Before she could blink, Jade was flung unto her bed, hitting it hard enough to make her bounce. One flash next her ankle was roped to the edge under the bed, Then her Wrist, and before she could move to fight back, Her other ankle and wrist where secured. The rope was not rough but it was tight. Her body splayed over her bed open and venerable to whatever Fate pleased.
Fate kisses her cheek lightly, but pain spreads like fire, Fate's nails are dragged across the bottom of her stomach to the top middle of her chest, four red lines all the way up Jade's cream skin. Fates hand around Jade's throat and she can't breathe...
"Sweet Jade, remember me. . ." His voice was deep,and his eyes soft brown. Right before her eyes Fate seemed to drift away. He was there, the man she gave her heart to. The man who ripped it apart. The man who died, and left her alone.
"It's me, darling." Jade stared at his strong jaw, her hands now ached to be free, she longed to run her fingers through his curly dark hair, to feel the stubble on his chin. To kiss his mouth again. Tears pricked her eyes, it was to much to bare.
"Stop! Stop it! Fuck off! Fate Stop this!" Jade's voice was angery, but sounded more like a wounded animal. He was dead, he was not here, this was not real. She needed to wake up now, she was not ready for this kind of nightmare.
A sick kinda laughter came into her ears, when she opened them, Fate was where he once stood. Her hand let off Jade's throat.
"Don't be like that Jade, I know he is your weakness. He is what turns you on most." Fate's lips on top kissing her, then down to her chin. Fate's small form mounts Jade's curvy one, her breasts with there tight pink nipples hard, and she could feel Fate's moist sex on top of her belly. The bitch was getting off to her emotional pain. "J-ade..." Fate whispered her name leaning down to her ear. "J-ade, its time now." Jade closed her eyes willing herself to wake up, when a sudden warm wetness covered her left nipple. Jade groaned, and arched up. Fate cupped the right breast, rubbing her and pinching enough to make Jade twist in her ropes. The more she moved under Fate, the ropes rubbed on her pinned wrists, one of her biggest turn on.
Fate moved down and dragged her nails lightly over Jades side, instant shivers and cold chills covered her body. Fate flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder looking up into Jade's eyes. Locking gazes, there was no parted lips of pleasure. She would not give her that. No matter if her body was already wet at the center fold. No matter if Fate looked stunning. She was cruel, her body could not help its response. Then a kiss. . . and another, heated breath on her tender lips.
A sensual teasing dance of Fate's tongue. Then light gentle nips along Jade's inner thighs. Jade looked at the ceiling only once. When she looked back down. Large male hands palmed her ass. Dark curly hair set between her legs. . .
Jade thrashed back and forth but the pain of her wrists and ankles only heightened her pleasure.
"Why, Why... No no Stop please stop.." hoarse whispers left her mouth. His tongue pressed, and nipped. His sigh, and loving eyes looked up into her's. She wished for them to be anyone's but his.
Her heart pounded in her ears, her body clenched with the need of him inside her, almost painful. Tears pricked at her eyes...
"Shhhh, baby doll. Its going to be ok. I'm here now. I'm not going anywhere. Let me take your fears once again. Darling?" His voice was hollow, as if it were a sick and twisted recording, but she longed to hear them again anyways.
He moved on top of her. Her hands hurt and she could feel the heat of the burns on her wrists and ankles from fighting.
Broad shoulders came up over her, his lips never touched hers. Only hovered, there breathes mingling as his hips danced his length between her thighs.
A sharp whimper left Jade's mouth. His hands on either sides of her head he leaned down and bit on her neck, his tongue then sliding over his teeth marks and down her collar bone. Jade's teeth clenched tighter.
"Your not real, your not real..." was all she could moan, then he slipped in a finger and her hips lifted to meet his hand, circling it slow at first then slipping in another, her hips drop. It's a slight pain, but the pleasure makes her bit down on her lip.
"Im real Jade." He looks into her eyes "this is real..." He pulls out his fingers, placing them into her mouth. She tastes her own saltiness. He then pushes deep inside her slow.
With every inch in, his fingers go deeper into her mouth. Where she sucks him.
Once fully inside her, Jade attempts at moving her hips, her body in a light sweat all over, in need, in want.
Heavy breathing, and he has not even started rocking her yet. He pulls out his fingers, and places a cloth in her mouth instead. Places a kiss on her cheek. Kneeling up on his knees. He takes a hold of her hips forcefully. Jade's teeth bite down hard on the cloth, his full length enters her, and slowly he begins to go deeper, and slowly builds up a rhythm. Jade can't stop looking at his face. His eyes.
"Do i still feel good to you Jade? Am I still the only one for you, or have others now broken into what is mine?" His words ended harshly. More tears fell down her face, it felt so good.
"Jade, Mistress Jade. Who is this... Where is the Loveless I knew. Caring, Kind, had dreams. What are you now? Nothing, but a woman who manipulates people for what? Your pleasures. Your not the same Jade. Your fucked in the head Jade. Look at you, your crying but your hips still match with the motion of mine." He slammed into her harder and Jades eyes rolled back into her head. "This is what you wanted after I left? This? Do the erotic photo's ease your pain, do you slaves give you anything that I give you? Do they know that certain touches turn you on? Do they know how you like your eggs or bacon?" With every question she could not answer he slammed into her harder... then right as she thought she was about to break... he slide in deep, and slow leaning over now to whisper in her ear.
"Do you long to hear me say those words to you again? Do you long for me still, even with woman begging to lay in your bed?" Jade nodded in hysteria. She would give it all away. She would fuck everyone over, just to have him in her arms again. She would give anything to have his life back again.
"Come for me Jade, and you will get what you want." His voice sounded so real. Her body convulsed lightly beneath him and his full length pressed inside her fully. Hips jerking forward and back almost in desperation. Jade came hard, but she would not close her eyes, as pleasure fill her, pain and shock filled her eyes.
Blood trickled down his forehead, pain was washed over his face, it looked pale. She yanked and pulled at her ropes but she could not move. His body was cold on top of her... As the life leaked out of his eyes, he looked at her. "I love you Jade, this is not your fault." Not the words from the note...
Papers smeared with blood was all over the bed, his blood was seeping through the sheets.
Jade screamed, but it was choking on the cloth.
Fate appeared from the windows naked and calm. As if assessing the slaughter before with ease. Then a smile twisted on her face.
"Oh was the words from the suicide note, to much for you?" in a mocking voice Fate recited the words 'I love you jade, its not your fault.' how tragic, you couldn't save him, from himself. We all know it was your fault. You know it, deep down. The bed was clean once more and his face was gone, the blankets where no longer soaked an no blood was on her body. He stood smiling behind Fate. Fate just starred into Jade's eyes. As he moved in front of Fate. On his knees he went, looking up at her then, Crystal Clear she heard the words slip from his mouth, but not to her. To Fate.
"I'm fine, I love you. Everything will be ok. I love you." Then he was gone, and Fate was laughing.
Crushed and crying Jade's wrists where now bleeding, she was going to kill her. Rage surged up from her throat or was this vomit. She did not care, she would get out of these ropes and kill her.
The ropes disappeared and so did Fate. Who was waving at her, she scrambled out of the bed but not fast enough. She pulled the cloth from her mouth, and a blood thirsty scream came out. Her fists were slamming into the floor, and someone was shouting her name in her ear, her lunch came up and split on to the floor and she rolled away on her side holding her knees Jade rocked... back and forth.
Jezebel's face came into view, tears running down her own face.
"Jade, are you ok?" She lightly touched Jade's face, moving her hair out of it.
Jade could only nod. She was still streaming tears, and her knuckles hurt and where bleeding. She looked at her wrists and they were untouched. No rope marks, no blood or bruises. Jezebel knew better then to ask what it was about. Got up and ran about the house getting thing ready. She help Jade to the bathroom, and shut the bathroom door after setting Jade on the toilet. She could hear Jade's moans and cries. When twenty minutes when by, things where silent. She walked into the bathroom. Jade was brushing her teeth.
Jezebel has cleaned the mess on the floor, and began wrapping Jades knuckles. Helped her out of her sweat soaked cloths and into her favorite hoodie. Jade laid down and as her head hit the pillow she passed out. Jezebel stared at Jade intently as she slept. Her long black hair fell in waves around her shoulders and pillow. Her cream colored skin was pale looking, the color faded, her eyes had huge bags underneath them. She looked to thin, and frail. Jade was normally center of the room, upbeat and heat in her eyes and face always. Jezzy, remember a tender hug, Jade's normal tone nothing was out of place. What caused this? Then next this Jezzy is scared from her anime show, by Jades scream. Thankfully the neighbors would not hear. Jezebel loved Jade, as a sister, as a lover, as everything. So what haunts her so? Why is she so loving and so open, yet so cold and distant. She knew she had no room to talk, Jade said the same about her. Jezebel sighed.
"Everyone has there secrets, I'll love you for all of yours." Jezebel kissed Jades head and padded off into the kitchen. This house needed the smell good food.
Fin.
"I never, ever, tire of seeing you on that machine my darling." Jade leans over, sending welcoming kisses along the curve of Jezebels neck.
"Mistress, I did not hear you enter. Good evening. Should I get your bath?" her voice slightly pitched as Jade's teeth nipped at her shoulder.
Jade sighed kissing Jezebel's cheek, giving her a tight squeeze from behind, before walking to her bedroom.
Enjoying the black and white simplicity of her room. The circle bed with its black sheets, the sheer dark curtains around it. The white sheer curtains over the four windows in front of the bed. Looking outside you would see a simple street of Austin, the college only a block away. Slipping off her black flats she walks across the "wood" floor and into the large bathroom. The mirror was a sight she could have done with out, strands of her curly black hair were falling tiredly around her face. Walking over to the shower stall, turning the water on as high as it will go. Jade undresses in a lazy fashion. The mirror begins to sweat and fog. Out of habit she leans over the counter tracing her finger over the fogged mirror. Drawing designs and names, words written in cursive, only to watch them fade from her view. The steam was now rolling on the floor, turning the water temperature down she steps into the water. The feel sends a sound of relief over her tired shoulders.
A humming sound, as if someone singing rings around the bathroom, bouncing off the tiles. Keeping her head down as she watches the long strands go from curly to little wet ribbons of hair. Her eyes close as she reaches behind for the shampoo. A forceful hand takes her wrist pulling her from her mental ease. Jade's head snaps up upon the aggression, her fist raised and ready to take out who ever shared the shower with her. Before she could swing, her eyes locked with a petite blonde woman before her. Her mouth gaped slightly.
"Who are you!? What are you doing in my shower?!" Jades words were harsh and raised above a whisper. Anger slowly boiling. The little woman still had her wrist in her grip, and wouldn't let go.
Pulling Jade toward her in a smooth unholy strength, her other wrist in the woman hands, then shoved back she is pushed up against the wet tile. The shower water now pours over the blonde woman. She is naked, her breasts bounce, but are not enough to have much weight. The nipples tight and as pink as she had ever seen. The woman's waist was small, though she held almost no hips, she was a few inches shorter then her. She had green eyes, and pale pink full lips. Light blonde curly mass was in between her thighs. A tribal tattoo was wrapped around her right thigh and along her hip bone. Large eyes never left Jades face. She had a small nose, with slight freckles across the bridge. Her blonde hair was wavy and fell in a thick mass down to her tailbone.
"I'm Fate." Fate squeezed Jade's wrists, stepping in close she takes Jades breast into her mouth, the tips of her teeth pulling roughly at Jade's nipple.
Jade buckles under the pain in her wrists trying to pull away. What the hell is going on!? She watched Fate move her head to her breast and nip at her nipple.Her thighs shivered in need, Jade tried moving her wrists or moving her body out from under Fates touch but the woman was made of soft stone it seemed. Fates laughter was wicked and cruel. Jade felt fear.
"You are my slave this evening. 'Mistress Jade'." her tone all but mocking. Fate's green eyes were cold, but held more. "You will enjoy my physical doing to you. You will moan, and squirm, you will be tied up and forced to cum for me, over and over! This is not a blessing of sweet release for you Jade. I'm Fate, I'm the Mistress here! You are my slave now, at least for this evening." Fates wet body presses up against Jade's more firmly, standing up on her toes she slowly circles her own small breasts over Jade's ample ones. "Look down Jade, I know what you enjoy most..." Fate's whisper caressed Jade's ear. A fresh batch of cold chills run along her back and thighs. "I want to remind you that no matter how wonderful." Fate nips at Jades ear lobe roughly "you make things feel on the outside, no matter how strong you come off to other people, you are broken on the inside." Fate takes Jade's mouth with her own, heat and water drips over there faces as Fate pulls Jade from the bathroom.
"What are you talking about, bitch. Unhand me now. I don't have time for this." Jade's words were clear and firm, but even as Jade pulled and tugged it was as if Fate had an iron grip on her wrists.
Before she could blink, Jade was flung unto her bed, hitting it hard enough to make her bounce. One flash next her ankle was roped to the edge under the bed, Then her Wrist, and before she could move to fight back, Her other ankle and wrist where secured. The rope was not rough but it was tight. Her body splayed over her bed open and venerable to whatever Fate pleased.
Fate kisses her cheek lightly, but pain spreads like fire, Fate's nails are dragged across the bottom of her stomach to the top middle of her chest, four red lines all the way up Jade's cream skin. Fates hand around Jade's throat and she can't breathe...
"Sweet Jade, remember me. . ." His voice was deep,and his eyes soft brown. Right before her eyes Fate seemed to drift away. He was there, the man she gave her heart to. The man who ripped it apart. The man who died, and left her alone.
"It's me, darling." Jade stared at his strong jaw, her hands now ached to be free, she longed to run her fingers through his curly dark hair, to feel the stubble on his chin. To kiss his mouth again. Tears pricked her eyes, it was to much to bare.
"Stop! Stop it! Fuck off! Fate Stop this!" Jade's voice was angery, but sounded more like a wounded animal. He was dead, he was not here, this was not real. She needed to wake up now, she was not ready for this kind of nightmare.
A sick kinda laughter came into her ears, when she opened them, Fate was where he once stood. Her hand let off Jade's throat.
"Don't be like that Jade, I know he is your weakness. He is what turns you on most." Fate's lips on top kissing her, then down to her chin. Fate's small form mounts Jade's curvy one, her breasts with there tight pink nipples hard, and she could feel Fate's moist sex on top of her belly. The bitch was getting off to her emotional pain. "J-ade..." Fate whispered her name leaning down to her ear. "J-ade, its time now." Jade closed her eyes willing herself to wake up, when a sudden warm wetness covered her left nipple. Jade groaned, and arched up. Fate cupped the right breast, rubbing her and pinching enough to make Jade twist in her ropes. The more she moved under Fate, the ropes rubbed on her pinned wrists, one of her biggest turn on.
Fate moved down and dragged her nails lightly over Jades side, instant shivers and cold chills covered her body. Fate flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder looking up into Jade's eyes. Locking gazes, there was no parted lips of pleasure. She would not give her that. No matter if her body was already wet at the center fold. No matter if Fate looked stunning. She was cruel, her body could not help its response. Then a kiss. . . and another, heated breath on her tender lips.
A sensual teasing dance of Fate's tongue. Then light gentle nips along Jade's inner thighs. Jade looked at the ceiling only once. When she looked back down. Large male hands palmed her ass. Dark curly hair set between her legs. . .
Jade thrashed back and forth but the pain of her wrists and ankles only heightened her pleasure.
"Why, Why... No no Stop please stop.." hoarse whispers left her mouth. His tongue pressed, and nipped. His sigh, and loving eyes looked up into her's. She wished for them to be anyone's but his.
Her heart pounded in her ears, her body clenched with the need of him inside her, almost painful. Tears pricked at her eyes...
"Shhhh, baby doll. Its going to be ok. I'm here now. I'm not going anywhere. Let me take your fears once again. Darling?" His voice was hollow, as if it were a sick and twisted recording, but she longed to hear them again anyways.
He moved on top of her. Her hands hurt and she could feel the heat of the burns on her wrists and ankles from fighting.
Broad shoulders came up over her, his lips never touched hers. Only hovered, there breathes mingling as his hips danced his length between her thighs.
A sharp whimper left Jade's mouth. His hands on either sides of her head he leaned down and bit on her neck, his tongue then sliding over his teeth marks and down her collar bone. Jade's teeth clenched tighter.
"Your not real, your not real..." was all she could moan, then he slipped in a finger and her hips lifted to meet his hand, circling it slow at first then slipping in another, her hips drop. It's a slight pain, but the pleasure makes her bit down on her lip.
"Im real Jade." He looks into her eyes "this is real..." He pulls out his fingers, placing them into her mouth. She tastes her own saltiness. He then pushes deep inside her slow.
With every inch in, his fingers go deeper into her mouth. Where she sucks him.
Once fully inside her, Jade attempts at moving her hips, her body in a light sweat all over, in need, in want.
Heavy breathing, and he has not even started rocking her yet. He pulls out his fingers, and places a cloth in her mouth instead. Places a kiss on her cheek. Kneeling up on his knees. He takes a hold of her hips forcefully. Jade's teeth bite down hard on the cloth, his full length enters her, and slowly he begins to go deeper, and slowly builds up a rhythm. Jade can't stop looking at his face. His eyes.
"Do i still feel good to you Jade? Am I still the only one for you, or have others now broken into what is mine?" His words ended harshly. More tears fell down her face, it felt so good.
"Jade, Mistress Jade. Who is this... Where is the Loveless I knew. Caring, Kind, had dreams. What are you now? Nothing, but a woman who manipulates people for what? Your pleasures. Your not the same Jade. Your fucked in the head Jade. Look at you, your crying but your hips still match with the motion of mine." He slammed into her harder and Jades eyes rolled back into her head. "This is what you wanted after I left? This? Do the erotic photo's ease your pain, do you slaves give you anything that I give you? Do they know that certain touches turn you on? Do they know how you like your eggs or bacon?" With every question she could not answer he slammed into her harder... then right as she thought she was about to break... he slide in deep, and slow leaning over now to whisper in her ear.
"Do you long to hear me say those words to you again? Do you long for me still, even with woman begging to lay in your bed?" Jade nodded in hysteria. She would give it all away. She would fuck everyone over, just to have him in her arms again. She would give anything to have his life back again.
"Come for me Jade, and you will get what you want." His voice sounded so real. Her body convulsed lightly beneath him and his full length pressed inside her fully. Hips jerking forward and back almost in desperation. Jade came hard, but she would not close her eyes, as pleasure fill her, pain and shock filled her eyes.
Blood trickled down his forehead, pain was washed over his face, it looked pale. She yanked and pulled at her ropes but she could not move. His body was cold on top of her... As the life leaked out of his eyes, he looked at her. "I love you Jade, this is not your fault." Not the words from the note...
Papers smeared with blood was all over the bed, his blood was seeping through the sheets.
Jade screamed, but it was choking on the cloth.
Fate appeared from the windows naked and calm. As if assessing the slaughter before with ease. Then a smile twisted on her face.
"Oh was the words from the suicide note, to much for you?" in a mocking voice Fate recited the words 'I love you jade, its not your fault.' how tragic, you couldn't save him, from himself. We all know it was your fault. You know it, deep down. The bed was clean once more and his face was gone, the blankets where no longer soaked an no blood was on her body. He stood smiling behind Fate. Fate just starred into Jade's eyes. As he moved in front of Fate. On his knees he went, looking up at her then, Crystal Clear she heard the words slip from his mouth, but not to her. To Fate.
"I'm fine, I love you. Everything will be ok. I love you." Then he was gone, and Fate was laughing.
Crushed and crying Jade's wrists where now bleeding, she was going to kill her. Rage surged up from her throat or was this vomit. She did not care, she would get out of these ropes and kill her.
The ropes disappeared and so did Fate. Who was waving at her, she scrambled out of the bed but not fast enough. She pulled the cloth from her mouth, and a blood thirsty scream came out. Her fists were slamming into the floor, and someone was shouting her name in her ear, her lunch came up and split on to the floor and she rolled away on her side holding her knees Jade rocked... back and forth.
Jezebel's face came into view, tears running down her own face.
"Jade, are you ok?" She lightly touched Jade's face, moving her hair out of it.
Jade could only nod. She was still streaming tears, and her knuckles hurt and where bleeding. She looked at her wrists and they were untouched. No rope marks, no blood or bruises. Jezebel knew better then to ask what it was about. Got up and ran about the house getting thing ready. She help Jade to the bathroom, and shut the bathroom door after setting Jade on the toilet. She could hear Jade's moans and cries. When twenty minutes when by, things where silent. She walked into the bathroom. Jade was brushing her teeth.
Jezebel has cleaned the mess on the floor, and began wrapping Jades knuckles. Helped her out of her sweat soaked cloths and into her favorite hoodie. Jade laid down and as her head hit the pillow she passed out. Jezebel stared at Jade intently as she slept. Her long black hair fell in waves around her shoulders and pillow. Her cream colored skin was pale looking, the color faded, her eyes had huge bags underneath them. She looked to thin, and frail. Jade was normally center of the room, upbeat and heat in her eyes and face always. Jezzy, remember a tender hug, Jade's normal tone nothing was out of place. What caused this? Then next this Jezzy is scared from her anime show, by Jades scream. Thankfully the neighbors would not hear. Jezebel loved Jade, as a sister, as a lover, as everything. So what haunts her so? Why is she so loving and so open, yet so cold and distant. She knew she had no room to talk, Jade said the same about her. Jezebel sighed.
"Everyone has there secrets, I'll love you for all of yours." Jezebel kissed Jades head and padded off into the kitchen. This house needed the smell good food.
Fin.
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