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Rotten Heart

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What does it feel like, when your mom is a psychopath without restrain? Surviving a crazed, high functioning psychopathic mother and little sister who grow twisted as time passes by This is the life of Andra Daslove, a 17 year old girl whose life was full of twist. (Warning: Gore)

Chapter 1A Woman In Corridor

I feel no regret about doing this, I think. She will be fine, I think. No one will know this, I think. Those I thinks always give me hesitation for crossing my safe circle. However, the image of a sexy body that bursts in my mind when I do my night duty refused to go. I would imagine every sexual fetish to that flawless body. Wild, I know.

I think it's just my butter & milk imagination. I'm just a part-timer after all. Touching one of the surgeons is silly. However, many rumors said that she is a widow, despite her beautiful face. Fuck! Someone abandoned her. A smart, sexy woman lays naked in front of him, and he is gone. What a waste.

We met during my night shift. She wandered around the corridor with heels that kept tapping the floor. I couldn't help but staring at her. It is rare to see a fresh doctor in the night. Those other doctors have to wash their face and drug themselves with tons of coffee to stay awake. She is fresh, like a morning coffee, and her face is stunning. Not your usual pretty, but very sexy and seducing. Her red lipstick and parting lips add more sensuality in her. Her curvy hips keep me entertained during her catwalk in this corridor. She wears a pretty minimal dress as a doctor, covered with her white coat. It exposed her overall body. I feel like she did that intentionally.

I've always imagined her figure, walking, sitting, laying on my bed, and all of those fantasies. I kept all of it in my mind, safely locked, I think.

I just couldn't believe her invitation tonight. She notices my stares every day. She said she likes me, how can I reject that? At the time I finished daydreaming, I found myself sit and waiting in the empty park, it's four in the morning, cold, and the wind doesn't help either. But, she told me to wait here to receive the 'gift.' I begin imagining about my gift, a kiss? A smooch? A slap? Either way, I would love a kiss, then a slap, maybe extra kick should be good. That will fulfill a bit of my fetish about her.

An expensive BMW parked in front of me. I could see her from the windshield. She doesn't open the door, but rolls the window down. Her finger is calling me, alluring me to go inside her car. My sexual urges push me to do it. I excitedly open the door. There is no light. As I close the door, I hold my breath. I can see her blurry figure. She wears her white coat and no more, just the white coat from the hospital. An image bursts into my mind, leaving me with hundreds of weird push from my crotch. I hold it with my two hands, she'd laugh if I finished before we did it.

"Getting ready, huh? Boy, have you thought about your gift? Hmm?" her voice is so soft and alluring. All is perfect, completed with her wavy red hair, her full lips with blood-red lipstick, her beautiful blue eyes gleamed vividly.

"I-don't. I-I mean, I don't have any thoughts about it," Lie, I expect it, really expect it right now. She caresses my face with her fingers. Every single finger gives more push in my lower body. It is getting hot in here. Yeah, especially down there, it is really hot.

"Close your eyes. It'd be a pooper if you know your gift before I take it," she asked. Like an obedient dog, I close my eyes and keep guessing. What will she do? My leg could not stop moving. I hear a little noise from the backseat. It is my gift, I think. I follow my curiosity and peek a little.

An object; sharp; shine briefly by the reflection of some lamps from outside. The moments I open my eyes, I've already got my gift.

A sharp kiss to my eye.

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