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podonok
Bastard
babochka
Butterfly
mertvets
Corpse/deadman
mudak.”
Shit head
She’s so beautiful in her fear and sorrow, so pure, just like a babochka—a butterfly.
She is color, brightness, new life, and we are rot, decay, carrion. But the beautiful thing about that? The world needs both to function—just like we need her and she needs us.
“Would you like us to share you, Alice? Do you want us to fuck you, lick your cunt until you see stars?”
This poor girl has been through hell and back—she deserves to have her every dark fantasy fulfilled in exactly the way she wants.
“Do you want that, Alice? Because we will give you anything you want. As long as you’re our good girl, we’ll be your fucking slaves.”
“Be a good girl and take his fingers in your cunt, Alice. I want to watch you come again.”
“For instance,” Tristan says proudly. “I like it fucking dirty and rough. I’ll choke you, spit on you, bite you, make you come even when you beg for me to stop.”
“And me, babochka,” Jameson says, tearing my attention away from my fantasy. “I like to tie you up so you cannot move, so your legs are spread and I can see how wet you get for me when I slap your little cunt, when you take your punishments like a good girl.”
“I’m going to break your hymen, then, babochka, and when we get home you’ll be ready to take our cocks.”
“Pearling. Silicon beads I had implanted to increase a woman’s pleasure…”
