He doesn’t get it – the others don’t get it either. Because if they did, they would understand how hard it is for me to keep myself away from him for even a minute. A single minute of not seeing his face, a minute without his scent around me, without the sound of his breathing, hitching on his throat. That beautiful throat, his supple neck, covered with ink. I can only dream of wrapping my fingers around his beautiful neck and squeeze hard, watching his perfect veins sticking out beautifully as he chokes and his Adam’s apple fights to be able to move beneath my grip; his pleading eyes begging me to stop, his hands trying to pull me away from my pleasure.

Warnings: Language, sex, violence, gore, obsessive compulsive disorder, paranoia. References to: mutilation, blood play, depreciation, rape, dom/sub roles, dismembering, death, asphyxiation, nullification, etc. Oh, and psycho!Gee. Not for everyone, really.

FRERARD . NC-17

1. Mine.

   Mine.