The knocking on her door goes unanswered as Heela straddles me, wrapping her legs around my waist, while I lean my back against the headboard she placed me against.
Like a mannequin.
This is the third time someone has come knocking, but her head rest above my heart, nuzzling my neck every once in a while and biting me whenever I start to move too much.
She brings me to the edge of death, experiences my terror with me, and then brings me back.
It is the most fucked up thing anyone can do to a guy like me.
Every time my hand moves, she bites.
Every time I twitch, she bites.
Heela doesn't like being touched, she is a toucher.
"Can I have some food"?
If I don't give her the appropriate amount of terror she might kill me, but it has to be more than the last.
'Why don't you sleep'?
She sounds annoyed.
I want to giggle.
'Why do you answer my question, with a questions'?
