Rough Part Two
After Sora's wounds had been comfortably massaged with a warm little towel, Taichi put away the washcloth. He picked up the stale knife that sat on the little cabinet, and held it cautiously in his hands. Her eyes were closed as she was still enjoying herself in a dreamland of nice. The beautiful scenery disappeared in her dreams as bold, thick, and nasty looking blood covered all the imagery in the beginning nightmare.
Her eyes turned into a worried frown, as if something was going on, and she suspected it had been something of wrong doing. A little pinch of blood started spurting out from the top left part of Sora's upper body. In the area near her shoulder, the milliliters of crimson or purplish red liquid started staining her stripped shirt and bra.
Taichi's clean knife was approaching Sora's sensitive skin with no guilt. He slightly dragged the silvery colored, and sharpened knife in a circle on the now bleeding flesh. It made a scar in the shape of a circle. The blood coming from the circle started exploring her skin. It leaked off her arm, and touched the bed, making a little red dot forming on the white fabric. Sora's eyes open as they quickly look upon her new throbbing pain. She tried as hard she could to withstand the pain, and ignore it, but it just wouldn't be neglected. Her diligent skin now started to feel sore.
She whined as Taichi only grinned with sinister intentions. He took the very tip of the blade, and began cutting the strip of her shirt top material. The one centimeter wide strip was cut smoothly, and now he started on the other. As soon as both shirt strips were cut and just lying there loosely, he started cutting at her white bra bands. Those were flimsier and more facile to cut, so in technically one slit of it, and the threads gave way and burst, leaving it lying loosely as well.
Taichi started licking Sora's neck with his wet tongue tickling her. He got ontop of her and held her arms above her head, as he kept on browsing around her body with his tongue. A weak little moan was heard from Sora, as Taichi began kissing right about her breasts.
The cut clothing was removed and his face was admiring the rather huge circles of breasts. He lightly kissed the tip of her tits, as she felt no more pain, but pleasure in its place. As if a dog, his licks were as wet and slobbery. But there were only a few wet spots of saliva on her skin, as Taichi stopped, and got off her.
Expecting more than just a few mere licks, her eyes opened to see him vanished from her sight. The dimmed room she was in only held her shadow. The one who tormented her but was a kind soul was no where to beseen, as she pouted sorrowfully, wanting him to come back.
To be continued.