1DELICIOUS TORTURE RE-WRITE
Original Posted: Sun, Jun, 20, 2010
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DTR-W: POSTED: Mon, Aug, 1, 2011
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Leith looked around, but the only thoughts going through his head were HOLY FUCK THAT WAS SO HOT!
Why did she have to push me off her?
No matter. Today is Thursday and its a long weekend due to the Queen's birthday on monday, excuse me a moment while I 'BO YAH!' Oh and how could I forget Friday. Pupil free day, leaving me four days to bang her so hard she forgets her name.
He smirked at the thought, yes there was plenty of time to 'seduce' that bitch. He smirked, looking around, as he finally left his thoughts of controlling that bitch only to see that she was gone. No matter, he'll just have to find her. The chase is what makes it more interesting.
He left through the only possible exit, other than the jumping through the windows of course, the only door. He stopped as he realized, there were three ways she could have gone. Straight across, to the left or right corridors. Hmm, slightly more challenging chase now then it was five-seconds ago.
He looked at each corridor before choosing. He needed to find his new 'play-toy' boy he got too tired, sex no matter what type is always satisfying and the bitch needs to be here when that need comes.
* Hour later *
Walking around for an hour without finding her reminded him just how big the school was. While fighting with his own subconscious he passed the music rooms unknowingly.
It didn't take long for his fight with his subconscious to stop, it wasn't until that moment that he heard the voice, it was the voice of an angel, there was no other explanation or reason or whichever made sense he thought. He quietly or at least as quietly as he could, walked to the classroom were her voice was loudest. When he was close enough he opened the door as gently as he could and sneaked into the room. Hiding himself behind a bench full of instruments.
Damn, I could be in the CIA or something, I am good. He smirked as he watched her play the school piano and sing.
It was 'Lay In My Bed by Conor Maynard'. Hm, perfect song.
He moved his hands from gripping the edge of the desk, higher up, managing to accidentally knock over a recorder onto the school drum set.
Fuck my mother fucking luck! Damn!
She shot up and off her chair, tripping over her chair as she mistakenly took a step backwards making her fall flat on her ass, he burst out laughing at the sight of what happened. She looked beyond hilarious. She turned her head and looked at him before getting up and walking-no correction-STOMPING her tiny feet his way. He couldn't move, his laughter paralyzing him. She came up to him and slapped him hard enough to feel as if he was just hit with a sack of bricks. As if that hand't been enough she grabbed the recorder he dropped and whacked him with it repeatedly.
He took hold of her hands.
"DAMN WOMAN, CONTROL YOUR-FUCKING-SELF"
She stopped struggling in his hold so he looked at her-OH SHIT! If a glare alone had the ability to kill someone he would be six feet under.
She dropped the recorder and he let go of her hands, she turned and walked away. He couldn't help but watch as her ass swayed. All he could think was, wow. It wasn't until she turned a corner that he realized he should follow her.
They walked for what seemed like hours but was only minutes. He had no idea where she was taking him.
In the end they ended up in the cafeteria, not as exciting as he thought it would be. Then again where would she take them in the school where it was exciting. He groaned, oh well while they're here...
'Woman!'
'Don't yell you oaf! I'm right next to you!'
'Bitch.'
She turned to him and slapped the living shit out of him.
He simply held her hands while he 'talked' to her.
'Woman, watcha gonna make us? How about a sandwich?'
'US? US?'
'Yeah no shit, is there someone else here? Or are you counting your blow up doll part of this?'
'MAKE YOUR OWN FUCKING SANDWICH'
She rolled her eyes, ripped her hands from his and turned her back to him only to go into the kitchen.
'Where she belongs' he muttered.
*10 minutes later*
The sandwiches were holy, magical or whatever other word there is! And then seeing her walk out sandwiches in hand was like conquering the last level of COD. And fuck was that amazing!
'We need to find flashlights' he told her.
'Yeah' she replied uninterested. What the hell? Its me! Everything I say is meant to be interesting to her!
Needless to say, they didn't talk again after that.
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