Taxionna Alternate Ending

*She grips around your dick and starts stroking it slowly. You place your hands on her shoulder and lean in to kiss her neck. You start licking her neck, and she giggles. Your dick is getting hard now, so you decide to take her clothes off.*

It was the mental scars that told a true story of a journey she would have rather not taken, but was necessary.

“Why don't you change out of those clothes, the skirt's seen better days,” she says, allowing her gaze to travel the length of my body.

She sighed quietly, allows her unneeded lungs to take in the fresh, cool air that she also does not require. Serenity. That’s what she felt that night. Sincere relief.

“Fine,” she looked up as a man with a scar running down his cheek smiled sinisterly. She didn’t trust him, she moved to try to get out of his reach but he pulled his arm out. Her eyes widened in horror as his fist came forward, she had stopped crying, watching the fist as if it was coming at her slowly. When it hit her face she barely registered it, it didn’t hurt, only stung and sent a shock through her body. Another fist came, then another. Her vision was going blurry, she heard them say something but she couldn’t make out what it was as her body fell limp against the seat and her eyes shut, unable to handle the pain in her

Abi continued to look at the photos. Her mind grasping for an anchor to pull her in from the memory. The realization that she could not hide from the truth washed over. Her scars had to show in order to tell her story. But not today, she wasn’t ready for everyone to see who she had become. What the darkness had created. Her scars were the only thing that nobody had touched yet and they were hers.

“You didn’t exactly seem eager last night.” Anthony shrugged and she felt his arm sweep against hers. The touch was so accidental yet so deliberate that she wanted to turn and grab his hair in her fingers and pin herself against him there and then.

I was standing there all alone and afraid. In sudden confusion, I watched them take her away from me. Something was wrong, something had to be wrong. Why else would she be ripped from my arms-- taken the very instant I laid eyes on her?

He simply purred like an oversized house cat easing her tension and pain. He simply relaxed taking in her warmth and her heart’s purity. Despite Mood’s overcast, he could perceive Goodness’ summer-like warmth in her soul. For his part, she was as much of a balm for him as he was for

He groaned quietly, almost inaudibly as she shifted in his lap, almost to the point of grinding him.

Never run toward a scream, her mother had warned her each night as she smoothed Lara’s auburn hair from her forehead and pressed a kiss to her young brow. No matter what.

She lays her head down in defeat until she hears a very deep, sexy voice saying “I’ll do it.”

Scarred across her back are raised bumps forming intricate designs of lines and angles, a reminder of who she is and where she is from. She thinks back on the ceremony in which she was marked with the painful scarification. She remembered feeling a sense of calm as the village artist pierced her back with a small arrowhead, stretching the skin away from the body and swiftly but skillfully cutting a slit in her back. He repeated this several times as a ceremonial pot was filled with gathering soot from the burning fire. After the artist finished his tedious design, he rubbed soot from the pot bottom deep into the slits, planting the bacteria that would infect the skin, raising the scars into their meaningful design.

“Please sto-” I gasped as Angelica suddenly took off my boxers, the cool air wrapping around my member. It was getting harder to

“Well let's see if we can clean him up then.” They quickly went to work. His back had scars all along it. You would have thought he got them from the rocks, but it hadn’t been long enough. Nobody normal scarred in an hour. They changed his sheets,cleaned the blood off his back, and got him into another bed so the one they had used could be used on other injured. She watched the boy, he had very light skin. If he had been in the sun he would be blindingly white.She chuckled a bit at the thought. She slowly remembered the look her father had given her when he saw the boy. It was new. Disappointment. It was a mix of disgust and anger.But, also sadness. She had always been just what her father wanted. Just what their little underground town needed. She had never seen it before.And she hated it. She wished she could go back and just leave the boy. She