“Why do you think there are so many scars?” Alexis continues. While this occurs, Olivia removes herself from Alexis, and scans the room. Sex xxnx “Yes mistress,” Alexis screams as Olivia rakes her nails down her cuts, digging tearing while she laps at the blood like deer at a pond, knife on the floor in front of her. Despite the cacophony, the argument in her head rages on. “Th-there” she stutters through a moan, pointing to a set of drawers on the other side of the room. “Lexi, are you doing anything tomorrow night?” her mother, Lindsey, asks. Come in” Alexis’s door swings open, and in front of her is a red haired woman in her thirties. “Get in the closet,” she whispers to Alexis, throwing a black blanket over the pool of blood. Chasing her is a raging brute of a man, and in the girls mind is a little voice attempting to get everything together, but no one’s listening to it, and breaks the little girl into shattered glass, only to build her up and do it again. “I meant it when I said ‘I wanna get well,’” the speakers blare with a Titan’s voice.
