“What’s your story?”, he suddenly asked, attempting to delve deeper inside me, theoretically that is. Speechless. Hot xxx What the fuck is going on?! Through muffled sobs I managed to pant, “I know… The prospect of lunch also quickened my pace, as the smells of the canteen wafted to my nose. I have these horrible scars on my back where the glass shattered onto me. Speechless. “That’s it?!”, I cried, jumping to my feet, enraged, “That’s fucking it?!” With confused, puppy-like eyes, Elixir watched me flame and rant and boil with anger. Then the pain. But when you called me that… Still, if no braces meant no dimples, I wouldn’t care as long as I didn’t have two fucking rail roads in my mouth…




















