Jets of blood squirt and then ooze and subside into streaks that run down either side of her chest. So go ahead and rape me.” At this Marc grabs ahold of Angela’s neck and starts to squeeze, “I will.” he tells her. Marc climbs onto the bed and straddles Angela, then he reaches down a grabs ahold of her lower lip. Though none of this really matter to Angela in the state that she’s in. She checks her eyes, lips, and hair in the rear view mirror before she tugs on the handle and kicks open the car door. Angela and Marc shuffle inside to the living room where fall on his circular couch. He unwraps a needle and picks up his forceps. Not her lips. After Marc cuts off Angela’s shirt and stockings he cuts off her skirt. She takes a small, thin spoon from the necklace around her neck so she can scoop the contents of the vile up with it. Lips Like Sugar
written by Jimmmy D. WARNING: This story depicts acts of torture, rape,