i want her to cut me.

purveyor of fine cocoons and soft lovelies

some unknown country in eastern europe - close to what used to be the soviet border: I come to, slowly. my head is pounding - how long have I been out? I'm in what seems to be an abandoned warehouse, tied to a chair placed underneath a single light bulb dangling from a wire that disappears into the murky abyss above. I taste blood on my lip, dried. I look around, but the dark outside my dim circle of light reveals nothing.

that is, until she steps forward...

♠M•ssEr•ka♠ makes me feel like the world is a little more globular and less pockmarked.

SLAP SLAP! cut. bleed.

erika, you wicked female, you can backhand slice me anytime.

Impeccable! :)