Anonymous Fri 09 Aug 2024 15:18:21 No.68123693 Report

Quoted By: >>68123896

>>68123677
Don't make me write a disgusting Mia greentext where she beats the shit out of you and plays with you blood in the same vein.

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Anonymous Fri 09 Aug 2024 15:28:10 No.68123896 Report

Quoted By: >>68124064

>>68123693
Promise you will?

Anonymous Fri 09 Aug 2024 15:37:22 No.68124064 Report

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>>68123896
Bet.
>Your lesson in not-asking-out-the-meanest-looking-para-you've-ever-seen is given to you right to the nose. You stumble back into the brick wall as the searing pain fires straight through your face.
>Guess that's why she wanted to take you somewhere private. I flinch as she steps forward again. Her face showing a bone-chilling grin. Your legs are weak.
>And the blows rain from above. You're rather certain the message was relayed quite apt with just the one but that seems to not dawn on her. She's particularly fond of striking your face.
>As they come your legs go. You're sitting but it makes no difference. Fist, boot and you're fairly certain sometimes even claw comes striking your body.
>It's getting harder to breath and to see now. You even begin to feel tears welling up in your eyes. A no would've sufficed.
>You're startled as a weight's pressed down into your legs from your limp sitting position. Mia's sitting on you. You blink into focus a few times to notice her face is showing a hint of...blush.
>What was just a second ago a torrent of violence whiplashes wildly as she gently pulls a hand across your face. As she returns it you get a glance of your own blood across her hand.
>You swallow as she brings it to her own face, rubbing it across her lips and smiling even deeper than she had been. A strange emotions rises. Scarousal you dub it.
>And then her face meets yours in an explosion of emotion. It's rough, bitey and probably going to kill you down the line but it's...good.
>She pulls away and lids her eyes.
>"See you around, loverboy."
>And she springs to her feet, dusting herself off as she goes.
>You sit dumbfounded and bruised watching her go. You weren't a masochist before but all that brain rattling may have rectified that.