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Wash
By PunkNerd
"God, I'm fucking hideous. Look at these pores."
Tracy Gibbons sighed softly as she spoke, fingers pulling at her creamy cheek. The poor girl suffered from low self esteem. Actually she had no self esteem. at only twenty-four she had gotten seven plastic surgeries. And it showed. The girl was drop dead gorgeous. Beautiful blonde hair to her mid back, large yet perky tits, legs that never ended. Yet that was still not enough. As she looked into the mirror, plodding at her skin she saw ugly. She saw every little frekle, every little imperfection, and it drove her mad.
"Your not hideous... your perfect."
Tom smiled as he stepped into the bathroom, wrapping his arms around her from behind, his lips pressing against her neck.
"Bull shit... I am not.. get off ive got to moisturize."
"No you dont.. come on i have to be at work soon... let's shower.."
"Tom, get off."
Tracy put her hands to his arms, pushing against his skin with her nails.
"Fuck! stop ow shit you cut me!"
Tom pulled his arms quickly away, blood already seeping from his wounds, arms sliding against her hands when he suddenly moved back.
"You got blood on me asshole!"
tracy sighed a bit as she spoke, wiping the blood onto a washcloth. Tom replied, something about she's the one who cut him, but she was already tuning him out...she was staring at the greatest thing she had ever seen in her life. She held her hands up a bit, palm in the air,brow slightly lifting. Right there, where Tom's blood had been wiped away was a streak of the clearest, most beautiful skin she had ever seen. His blood had washed away her imperfections. His blood had made her beautiful. She needed more. Tom had turned and moved back to the bedroom, he rooted around his dresser, pulling out a crisp white shirt. he never saw the razor she slipped around his neck, sliding against his flesh, cutting his throat wide open.
Tracy shut her eyes and leaned her head back. Tom still knelt over the bathtub, blood slowly continuing to drip from his neck. Tracy let on hand fall to her side, scooping up some of the blood which sat in the tub with her, her eyes opened and her head tilted forward as she ran her hand over her uplifted leg. Even now, as the blood dripped away, her thigh looked great. She had tried every pill and cream, to no sucess.. now though, she had found her own beauty wonder. Her eyes shut as she thought about what to wear tomarrow night, she just had to go find a new guy to seduce... she just knew that she had to do this again. She just knew that she had to remain beautiful.
8/27/2002 1:40:38 AM
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