AN: A toast to spaghetti! And Billy Joel!
The puppies were born today. There were six of them, and all lived. I spent the day coddling then, and holding them against my cheek. Riff watched from the other end of the room, leaning against the wall, arms crossed.
"Come on Magenta, its bedtime, let's get ready." Riff came near me.
"Just a minute Riff-Raff, I'm not sure I want to leave the pups alone, the mother's lame, I'm not sure she can take care of them by herself. I'm going to spend the night down here."
Riff turned on his heel, and disappeared through the door. I curled up, and the pup's soon squirmed between me and their mom, and, warmed my the two of us, soon fell asleep, as did I.
My eyes opened as a figure slipped into the room. It crept near me, then, stood staring for a moment. A hand, Riff's hand, lightly rested on my shoulder, then moved from my body to a puppy's. Riff picked it up by the scruff, and while it hung from his hand, he took something from his pocket. He carefully touched it to the puppy, and then put it, still sleeping down. He did this to four others, but then, on the fifth, a drop of something fell onto my lips from the puppy above. I tasted blood (and I want more more more more.).
"Riff?" What are you doing?" I spoke softly, not wanting to startle him.
"Get up Magenta, you're going to bed." He yanked me up to my feet, kissing me hard on the lips. Before letting go, he bit my lip so hard, my blood rushed into his mouth. I pulled myself away.
"Riff, stop it. This is going to far. You can't do this to me." I was getting scared. The puppies were not woken by the noise.
He grabbed me again, and placed his and firmly over my mouth. We began walking towards our bedroom, as he whispered in my ear.
"Magenta, I can't keep reminding you like this. I need you. You need me. We must obey and submit to each others urges. But you especially. You need my protection Magenta, and in order for me to give you that, you must listen to me. We are soul mates, but more than that. You are my little sister. My little sister. Mine. You are mine. Do you understand?"
We were outside our bedroom door. He turned me around to face him, and took his hand off of my mouth. I nodded.
"Good for you, my little one," he whispered, in a deadly tone. He pulled me into the room than locked the door behind us.
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The mother dog woke up, covered in blood. She looked around to see her puppies deadly stiff. Whimpering, she got up, licking each one in a final act of love.
The puppies were born today. There were six of them, and all lived. I spent the day coddling then, and holding them against my cheek. Riff watched from the other end of the room, leaning against the wall, arms crossed.
"Come on Magenta, its bedtime, let's get ready." Riff came near me.
"Just a minute Riff-Raff, I'm not sure I want to leave the pups alone, the mother's lame, I'm not sure she can take care of them by herself. I'm going to spend the night down here."
Riff turned on his heel, and disappeared through the door. I curled up, and the pup's soon squirmed between me and their mom, and, warmed my the two of us, soon fell asleep, as did I.
My eyes opened as a figure slipped into the room. It crept near me, then, stood staring for a moment. A hand, Riff's hand, lightly rested on my shoulder, then moved from my body to a puppy's. Riff picked it up by the scruff, and while it hung from his hand, he took something from his pocket. He carefully touched it to the puppy, and then put it, still sleeping down. He did this to four others, but then, on the fifth, a drop of something fell onto my lips from the puppy above. I tasted blood (and I want more more more more.).
"Riff?" What are you doing?" I spoke softly, not wanting to startle him.
"Get up Magenta, you're going to bed." He yanked me up to my feet, kissing me hard on the lips. Before letting go, he bit my lip so hard, my blood rushed into his mouth. I pulled myself away.
"Riff, stop it. This is going to far. You can't do this to me." I was getting scared. The puppies were not woken by the noise.
He grabbed me again, and placed his and firmly over my mouth. We began walking towards our bedroom, as he whispered in my ear.
"Magenta, I can't keep reminding you like this. I need you. You need me. We must obey and submit to each others urges. But you especially. You need my protection Magenta, and in order for me to give you that, you must listen to me. We are soul mates, but more than that. You are my little sister. My little sister. Mine. You are mine. Do you understand?"
We were outside our bedroom door. He turned me around to face him, and took his hand off of my mouth. I nodded.
"Good for you, my little one," he whispered, in a deadly tone. He pulled me into the room than locked the door behind us.
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The mother dog woke up, covered in blood. She looked around to see her puppies deadly stiff. Whimpering, she got up, licking each one in a final act of love.
