Starwick
I just watched a girl throw herself into acid and the only thing stuck in my mind was how seductive she looked.
I watched her climbed out of the vat from the landing where I stood. The acid was dripping off her body. The acid seemed to have bleached her entire self. Her hair revealed a bright scarlet red and the black due rolled off her back.
Her pale skin gave off a nice tanned glow. Suddenly she turned and my eyes were locked on her bright red eyes. Those eyes had an evil glint in them, one that blazed a bright as hell. "Who the f*** has I gotten myself fated to?" I asked. She was led by the facility staff to the bathroom. Without hesitation, I went after her.
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She was left alone in a nice bathroom to take a shower. "What do you think of my new look?" she asked sensing my presence. Slowly, she turned to me and I drank in her entire existence. "Gorgeous." I whispered, a small smile tugging at my lips. "I need a shower." she said. I watched as she slowly pulled off her clothes. This little witch was tempting me. I didn't want to close my eyes and block out this beautiful sight but I also didn't want to f*** her by force.
Slowly, she climbed into the bathtub and turned the water on. "Should I bathe you?" I asked, my fingers moving smoothly through her soft hair strands. I could feel my eyes clouding in lust and I bet she also could. "I don't think that will be necessary,...not with that look in your eyes." she said. "Wise choice." I smirked.
After she had gotten cleaned up, she climbed out of the tub and wrapped a towel round her body. Once she was dry, she got dressed in the clothes the female staff had dropped off for her. I busied myself with the important task of drying her hair. We were both facing the wide mirror above the sink. Gently, I rubbed her moist hair with a small towel while she got busy applying lipgloss.
"Well, well, well...who do we have here?" a voice called out behind us. I know that voice. Why do I know that voice? I the mirror, I saw a guy my height and stature leaning against the door. His brown hair was deheveled and his hazel eyes were locked on Scarlett's reflection in the mirror.
I turned to him then growled, "What are you doing here?" Scarlett also turned slowly, a confused look on her face. "Came by to check which new loser you had been mated too but this one doesn't look bad,...not bad at all." he smirked. Scarlett's face creased even more in confusing as she busied herself with tying her hair up in pigtails.
Her expression switched in less than a second to one of disinterest. "You know him?" she asked, stating the obvious. "Why won't he,...?" the guy asked. He added, "... he's my younger brother."