Descent Page #4

is more than I imagined.

Not a scar.

No blemish.

Just pure old-fashioned perfection.

What every girl wants...

- Eyes to the sky.

- Oh God.

Yeah.

I want to make you feel good.

I was such a stuck-up b*tch before.

It's okay. I know how I was.

I'm not a prude though am I?

You're a big boy.

You can take what I give you?

You know... I believe you.

You got it?

Yeah.

We're almost there.

Lie back.

You're my kind of guy... my hero.

Not the kind of guy to wimp out.

You know what it's like to have fun.

You know how to let go

and f*** the rules.

You like things spontaneous

with bite and real risks,

and I remember that.

I thought you were crazy.

But you opened my eyes,

you made me realize

we're not so different.

there's?

No more talking!

What the f***?

One more word... and you lose the tongue.

My turn.

My turn to talk.

Just talk. No worries. Scout's honor.

I was gonna say what harm

can come from talking? Right?

Like that night at the party.

I knew you.

I let you talk and retalk and rephrase

and ramble on and words,

they kept piling up

and I couldn't see you anymore.

I had a secret admirer.

Nervous, and eager to please.

I kind of felt bad for being so harsh.

You know, you being so open

and straight up and me just a meanie,

calling you a tired, obvious liar.

Isn't that funny?

Funny how words create ideas.

Ideas are hard to shake it turns out.

You come up in dreams.

Walking alone to

that restaurant, that night.

That's where it always starts.

I know I shouldn't but I'm excited,

and I'm kind of nervous.

You know, it's a big,

fancy restaurant, and...

So then we're sitting there,

across from each other.

And it's a diner,

and we're talking and drinking.

But this time, we dance.

I mean, it's more like grind

on each other.

And it's a club.

And oh, am I on fire,

just swallowing that music whole,

and there you are...

just smooth...

real smooth and I can't believe

you're keeping up but you are

and it's right then that I know

that you're the one, my forever...

So we're playing pool, right,

and I am so going to beat you,

I just know it and that makes me giddy

because now I know

that you're the one I'd do anything for

and that makes me vulnerable, you know, so,

so I need this...

...something on my side.

And I win,

and everybody's watching, thousands,

and the applause just sweeps me up and,

and I look at you.

I know I did wrong... and it's now

that I remember who you are.

The fog lifts.

And you take me right there

on the pool table.

You know I knew not to struggle.

My eyes are closed

but I can hear them gasp,

some giggle as you...

I need you. I need you, baby.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Shut the f*** up!

No one wants to hear from you!

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, you like that b*tch.

I can't hear you.

Mine now. You're mine, yeah.

Oh yeah.

You f***ing maggot.

You f***ing nothing.

Take it all in.

Yeah, you like that?

Do you want me to keep going?

Jared liking this?

Little Jared...

He knows what he likes.

Come on...

give it to me.

Down way.

Yes, help me.

he's know how to wrong?

That's right.

That's it.

Make me feel it.

Puta!

You like raping smart girls, huh?

Make them feel small and stupid.

Stupid f***.

Who's streching you now?

Like that.

Love it.

Take it off him...

Make him see his Daddy...

Yeah, mira.

Hello, fairy cake. Huh?

Yeah, you never forget

your first one baby.

Puta, you like it.

You want me help you, don't you?

Sure?

F*** you!

I'm not a f***ing fagget!

You're mine, maggot.

Fully mine.

Look at that

She made a mate

All over the stuff.

You love it, hun? Hairy b*tch.

It's the sports, you see,

school ya all wrong...

Teaches you to accept defeat.

I mean, look at you.

Nobody accepts it better than you.

Hey, you got water?

I'm getting thirsty.

Everything's ok now, right?

It's ok.

I need to get over it.

I know it, and I will.

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