@xhelenaxleblancx
INSTANT SWALLOW. Black eyes REFUSED to look up. Instead gazing INTENTLY at her arms. They were scarred TEN TIMES OVER and yet her nails were already looking to add that ELEVENTH LAYER. Would there ever be a day she was OKAY talking about this? “I-I uh...” Shrug. Scrat. Scrat. Scrat. ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE. SIX. SEVEN. “I don’t know? Have never thought that deeply inta it?” Nails dug deeper -- GRAZING FLESH NOW. “Maybe I jus’ got PTSD from that first night cause of everythin’ that followed?” LIES. It had been Benjamin catching herself and her sister that PUSHED HER OVER THE EDGE. “I-I...” HEAVY SIGH. “Ya want the truth?” SCRAT. SCRAT. SCRAT. The count to seven wasn’t working. IN. OUT. JUS’ LIKE THE DOCTOR SAYS. Maybe after some of Helena’s breathing exercises the count of seven would WORK AGAIN.
‘The truth is that big sissy gettin’ ta orgasm, too, just AMPLIFIED my own? Knowin’ that I could HAVE THAT EFFECT on her. An’ knowin’ that she was tryna be FAITHFUL ta Alex. An’ STILL couldn’t keep her hands off a’ me.’
Those words were NEVER spoken out loud. A fact Delilah didn’t even REALIZE until a familiar STICKY WARMTH found its way beneath her fingertips. “Heh... Guess I’ll never be able ta tell...” Even though GOD ALREADY KNEW. Bloody fingertips returned to flesh. RIPPING AWAY MORE. Maybe one day she’d find PURE SKIN beneath all this DEFILED FLESH. Or maybe she’d finally confirm what she’d feared from the start. That Delilah LeBlanc was ROTTEN TO HER CORE.
