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sanguisfiat
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Location: My Barbie Dreamhouse
Fri Feb 27, 2009 12:38 am
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Elle finds her entire day ruled by wickedly pleasureable dreams of a man she met...One of a rare group that was capable of refusing her advances, a number she can still count on one hand. She snarls as she wakes, her bed empty, this quite dissapointing for the little demon.
She sits there for quite some time plotting furiously, reliving the scene in her head over and over to try and understand where she lost him and what went wrong. She occasionally ponders the Italian, but they are fleeting thoughts, he much too skinny for her taste, the gilr liking to either dominate or be dominated, not anything in between.
She uses some blood to check her reflection and make sure everything is up to par, yes...still impossibly dark and lovely....What went wrong?!
She rages for a time, throwing things about like a spoiled child, her addicts mind now completely fixated on him, wanting to bite him and taste him and play with him. She shakes her head hard, dark hair swinging, her lovely brow furrowed in an unbecoming scowl that makes her look more like the vicious predator she is inside.
She finally manages to calm down quite a while later, having fed and wandered the streets, running around to burn some of her nervous energy up. She tries to rebuild the wall that she was successfully stacking in her mind of solid little bricks representing one day of withholding from her painful addiction. However, the face of her new fixation knocks those pitiful little bricks away like a siege on a castle, withering the stone and crumbling her resolve to dust.
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