Thread: Animal (Verse and Zoophilian)

She found her mind flush with a mixture of anticipation and panic, What he promised would sound to good to be true, Yet the past few weeks alone had made her feel alive again. She would be lost in thought standing idle outside, With her hands holding the purse against the pleated skirt remembering how she got here. It was a whirlwind encounter surrounding a dark point months before when her sister had gone missing seemingly without a trace, Her home empty, Bank accounts untouched it would be as if she simply vanished. Even now as that door opened and she would meet him again with that timid smile lingering on her features she would never realize the similarity between her current situation and her lost one. Even as her smile broadened Edmond She said with a slight bow of her head, pausing just inside the door to hand him a envelop of folded papers. It would be her life in one neat little package. She let slip an almost whimsical sigh, Even as she crossed the threshold into his house she knew at this moment her home was being picked clean, Per his instruction she left the doors to her home open. Knowing full well everything she owned would be gone before she ever had arrived. The size different between the two somehow made her feel comforted, Even with heels she had to tilt her head back, brushing stray locks from her gentle features just to meet his eyes, Even then it would be for but a moment waiting for him to steal away her life, In more ways than one. No sooner than the door would shut behind her would she feel her entire body quiver, Goosebumps covering her arms as she drew in a bated breath as she stepped just inside, a small bit ahead of him as she glanced over her shoulder at him, All her worries and tormented thoughts seemed to melt away as she remembered those heated sleepless nights, The exquisite pain that left her howling long into the night that made her feel so very much alive again. Her purse, her life would be placed in his hands, Or more exactly atop his desk, She couldn't hide her excitement. It beamed from her as she squirmed, her stomach in knots over what would come, over what had already happened in these hallowed halls of what he called home. Remembering the nights she had spent tied to one table or another as he used her, More than once not even in a sexual way. Left bound with a string of small candles dotting along her spine with bubbling wax melting against her tender flesh, pooling at the base of her spine. Her place wouldn't of been purely a sexual one in his home, Or at his side, More than once playing the part of Table or some other object to sate his desire of breaking her down, Only to build her up again making her feel useful as if she could fit into any room, Any role in his life. She would nod eagerly with anticipation of his question, Those soft ruby painted tiers parting as she smiled and spoke in that soft whispered voice I have never been more excited She dared to press forward, Up on her tippy toes against him for a brief moment as she would steal a kiss before stepping back on those heels. Iam ready to be reborn She said with a soft giggle. She truly would be excited by it all, Being with him had become something of a drug, What started as a dark little secret had become something she couldn't deny and even came to him for more and more often, To the point she couldn't go a single day without his voice in her ear whispering for her to do some twisted act or refusing her something she thought vital to her daily life.