**~Ripley has nad no part in the creation of this story series. She does not, and will not participate in the types of activities described in this story**
part one: i think it's time to break down these walls
(i woke up at 5 am this morning, panting, sweating, but incredibly cold. Immediately i felt the other side of the bed, hoping She was there...but as always, the dream was over and She was gone again. my hand then moved to my chest, feeling that the skin was intact. It felt so real...)
i lay on my back, trembling, waiting for that delicious rush of pain to wash over me, for that familar feel of cold metal on tender skin. She pressed inward, the metal breaking through the boundary of skin, my hand tightened on Hers, it continued lower to the middle of my stomach. The blood pooled and before it dropped, She dipped Her head down, her tongue ran up the length of the incision, tasting my life's blood, not allowing a drop to fall to the white sheets. Next She cut across from one nipple to the other, Her eyes glistening and following the bright red trail of blood contrasting so greatly on my pale white skin. Again, She followed the incision with her tongue, not letting a drop go to waste.
She looked up at me, Her lips bright red with my blood and whispered, "you've been crucified, little one..."
my eyes shone brightly into Hers, my soul fully exposed, i could only whisper "How does it look, Mistress?"
She leaned down, Her lips mere centimeters from my own and whispered, "you look beautiful, baby." Then She kissed me and i could taste the sick metallic taste of blood on Her lips.