“Get in the closet,” she whispers to Alexis, throwing a black blanket over the pool of blood. In one such scene, she is standing in front of her self. She unscrews the vial, and soaks the head in the sweet smelling liquid. “I love you” Alexis whispers into her ear. “Huh… huh… B… Bl… No, not yet.’ “Hey Liv,” Alexis begins. From cabinet’s key-hole, Alexis sees a short, viking-esque man enter Olivia’s room. “When I’m back, you better have yours up” Alexis whispers, and leaves for the knife. Olivia’s hand finds the knife, and she rolls Alexis onto her back, growling like a tiger. A wicked smile play across Olivia’s face as she notices Alexis moan and her eyes close. There’d be no way for me to sneak even a sip at my house.” Alexis states as she rinses her cup out. A deep primal hunger takes form, and then hunger gives way to shame. “…Umm… Ok?” Alexis squeaks, unbuttoning her blouse, starting from the bottom and working her way up. She unscrews the vial, and soaks the head in the sweet smelling liquid.
