butcherpuppy

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  I made it back to my domitory room, closing the door and leaning against it as I struggle to control the urges that have been nagging at the back of mind ever since I woke up in this god forsaken body. My breathing hitches and my eyesight starts to blur as the pain slowly builds from the rough soggy bandages covering my body.

  "ugh" I take the uniform off and pce it on the bed before slowly unravelling the bandages from my body, starting at the ankle I begin pealing the sticky bandages from my leg. The dried blood stuck to the bandages and pulled at the skin beneath them, slowly but surely I finally get a yer of the wrapping free from my leg and notice a clearly older and almost bck yer of bandage.

  Just how long have these bandages been applied to get to this colour? Did this body just never think to change them and instead just decided to swap the top yer? What mental state do you even have to be in for this to happen. Fighting the urge to scratch at the slowly appearing skin I manage to part the majority of the bandages from my body.

  My stomache wrapping however seems to cause my body to have intense shaking fits as a mixture of pain and pleasure assault my reasoning every time I pick at the edges. Nevermind, lets ignore the stomache for now. Refocusing my attention onto the now bare arms and legs of this body I notice a multitude of old and fresh wounds criss crossing almost every inch of what was once prestine clean skin. The brutal scars on my thighs seem to react to the slightest breeze "uuwhn?". I grit my teeth as my body quivers and shakes like a leaf in the wind. It... feels so good...

  Shaking my head I trail my gaze to the inside of my wrists and notice the clearly new wounds adorning them, blood slowly trickles out of a jagged trail drawn down the inside of my right forearm. As my mind is dumbfounded by the state of this body my other hand seems to develop its own will and lightly trails down the poorly healed gouge. J-just a little, my finger slowly increases the pressure on the split skin and my body goes bnk. A wave of intense stinging and shooting pains followed quickly by... euphoria "awhhmmm?".

  The finger digging into the now wide ceration continues to widen the gap in my skin as every slight twitch of movement almost makes me faint in pleasure. The nail clings to the slowly appearing white fatty tissue and starts to drag out the once insides of my forearm. "ughmm awhm uhmm?"

  I sit zoned out poking and prodding into the wound, blood has slowly trickled into a puddle below me. A red mirror reflects my face. I-is that m-me? A face in pure exctasy looks back at me, tears in my eyes as they are gzed over, a warm wet breath escaping my mouth. Its just so.. so.. goo-

  *knock* *knock* *knock*

  My pupils shake as I realise what I have just been doing, scrambling to my feet I panick as I almost slip on the pool of red liquid gathered on the floor. At some point my legs became weak and started to quiver, a clear liquid leaking from somewhere shook my thoughts back to the present. I look towards the door and freeze.

  *knock* *knock* *knock*

  'Hello!? I know you are in there!'

  "u-u-uhh j-just wait a minute please"

  'Just let me in'

  "N-now isnt a great time s-sorry"

  'Now!'

  I grimace and brace myself to open the door slightly to allow myself to see out, but stop anything from the inside being seen. *creek* sticking my head into the crack and making sure body isn't in view I look outwards, a girl with blonde hair and green eyes stares back at me. I pause for a second, I swear I've seen her before?

  "Now you finally open the door, why did you make me wait so long?"

  I am confused as to why she is her but I shouldn't make enemies here. "s-sorry"

  "ah whatever, let me in I need to talk to you"

  She goes to open the door but I quickly foot the inside of the door and involuntarily let out a surprised excmation. Realising what I just did I panick and struggle to maintain my composure. A door. The only thing between my scarred bleeding body trembling in pleasure is this door. This door cannot.. should never move.

  She looks at me with slightly wider eyes before breifly gncing down and her expression freezes. Puzzled I follow her gaze down and notice that the blood on the floor is definately visible now. Before she can ask a question I hurriedly shut the door while apologising "Im sorry, now is not a good t-time"

  *cck*

  With the door closed my legs colpse as I slide against the door, I sit trembling on the floor and for the first time since coming here. I struggle to contain my building emotions. Tears begin to slip out, followed by barely contained sobs. I sit there with my arms shaking in pain and pleasure and can't bring myself to even stand up.

  I hate this.

  Surrendering to the building exhaustion I eventually fall asleep against the door.

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