Indulge in sin.
Sordid.
Vile.
Disgraceful.
And yet...
...Beauteous.
Magnificent.
Divine.
Yes.
Divine.
So very...divinely wicked.
The distinguishing jumble of rivaling adjectives best described the catastrophe that manifested in the fogged bathroom mirror before me, it's medium silver frame stopping just short of my shoulders to conceal my nudity. A tranquil mist engrossed the tight spaces of thy comfort room as the after effects of my mid-day shower blissfully glistened on my moist skin.
God knows just how long I stood there in all my bare nakedness, entirely immersed by society's chief weapon of narcissism.
Vanity.
I despised such a word.
But in this very moment, I was riveted.
Mystified.
My dampened web of curls was swept neatly over my right shoulder, shamelessly unveiling my neck—
—The main attraction to the circus that is my body.
Freshly swollen welts and purpling splotches colored my plain of flesh, trailing heinously from my upper neck down to the left portion of my collarbone.
A treacherous sight I was.
A sight so conflicting in its true meaning.
Alarm would strike to the typical eye at its vivid gruesomeness.
It's sheer brutality.
To my eye, it was beauty.
Art.
A true conundrum that parroted the tarnishing sexuality of Horangi high's glorified princess.
Yes.
My body was merely a canvas for the unrefined wickedness of Irene Bae. The raw ugliness of her imperfection was tattooed across my skin, etched in the fibers of my soul.
I was marked—branded as an unintentional parting gift from our iniquitous locker room affair.
I'm marked.
The tips of my fingers feathered lightly along the tattered skin, fraying shortly after to closely examine the ripe bruises wrung around my wrists.
A nasty result of my everlasting struggle with my uniform tie.
Our form of restraint.
Shit.
That girl tied one hell of a knot.
Luckily, I was able to loosen its bindings enough where I could wriggle free.
I held no regrets.
Sure, I had been bounded, teased, and abandoned by Irene due to the hellish scorn every woman possesses. Yet, if given the chance to replay said events, I wouldn't change a damn thing.
I'm her fucking toy.
Wind me up, lay me out, and wear me down.
No matter what I'd endure, I'll always be ready for more.
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Dirty (Seulrene Fanfiction)
FanfictionA Sinner's Confession: I don't make love. I fuck. I want to be fucked. I want it fast. Rough. Hard. I want it. And I want it from you. I fiend for your touch like an addict in the midst of withdrawal. I want your hands tearing all over me- -Plunging...
