Page 3 of Dead Valentine

HER_MISFIT221:I guess I’ll behave. For now.

“Thank you,” I whisper as I continue to open the present. I slowly peel back the flaps of the cardboard box and find a noteon top of a stack of papers. I tilt my head in confusion and pull the note out, first. I smile at the words that look like the letters are dripping.

Behind the words is a bleeding anatomical heart. I run my fingers over the sketch, whispering reverently, “Beautiful.”

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HER_MISFIT221:I love the way you admire my artwork.

I smile at the camera. “I love that you share it with me.” Opening the note, my heart races with every word I read.

You know I always do my best to find things that you love. Things that have meaning for you. I know that your passion for mortuary science was fueled by learning of your Uncle Corbin. In a way, he’s the reason I found you. Which is why I paid him a visit at the cemetery he’s buried at. I thanked him for bringing you to me.

While I was there I went to his house, which by the way, no clue how it hasn’t been taken by the city. Also, kind of ironic that in his will, the person he gave his house to at the time of his death, is the one who caused it. That’s a discussion for another time. Possibly a trip we can take together to get you some answers. I went there to see if there was anything in particular that you would like to have of his. I found a few things which will be gifts in the future, but for now, I felt like this would be a fitting gift for Valentine’s day. I actually found this oneon accident. While walking through his office, I had… don’t laugh… tripped.

I roll my lips into my mouth to suppress my laughter.

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HER_MISFIT221:I said don’t laugh, doll.

I look at the camera, still trying not to laugh. I take a breath as a giggle almost spills past my lips. “I didn’t laugh.”

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HER_MISFIT221:I’ll remember this. Keep reading.

I bite my lip and look down at the note again.

You laughed didn’t you? Of course you did. Anyway, I looked down to see what made me trip and noticed one of the floorboards slightly sticking up. I peeled it back and inside was a stack of papers. When I pulled it out, I realized that it was an unfinished manuscript that your uncle had written before he died. I hope this gives you some answers. Fair warning, I did read it. Be prepared to meet the skeletons in your uncle’s closet, doll.

Turning over, I crawl up my bed and lean towards my nightstand to put the note there.

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HER_MISFIT221:Bending over for me already? You must really love your present. Noted.

A laugh bubbles out of my throat and I roll my eyes. “I was putting the note away, ya perv.” I pick up the manuscript and hug it to my chest. I tilt my head and smile at the camera. “Thank you for this.”

Getting off the bed, I put the manuscript in my desk drawer. I turn around, fidgeting with my sweats. An idea flashes in my mind and I’m nervous. It’s bold, but I feel like he deserves a present as well. He’s always so good to me. I never give him anything in return, and I feel like maybe this would be something he would enjoy. I take a deep breath, and pull my sweats down and kick them aside. I fix the hem of my panties that are rolled along my ass cheeks and straighten them out. Bouncing on my toes, I push myself to move and crawl on my bed. I click the x on the school webpage and stare at the chat window. Pushing my laptop to the end of my bed, I kneel and hold my hoodie over my thighs.

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HER_MISFIT221:That hint of flesh you're teasing me with has me heavy breathing like a Victorian-era man seeing an ankle, doll.

“I’m not trying to tease you. I,” I pause to take a breath, “I have a surprise for you. I hope you like it. A thank you of sorts, for all your wonderful gifts.”

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HER_MISFIT221:You don’t owe me any thank you. The greatest gift you give me is every breath from your lungs and beat of your heart, my little dark one.

“You’re so good to me, Misfit,” I whisper. I turn over and prop my pillows up, then grab my laptop and bring it in between my spread legs. Crossing my arms, I grab the sides of my hoodie and slowly pull it up and off. My hair covers my face and I gather it all at the back and put it up in a messy bun.

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HER_MISFIT221:Fuck, doll. The way I want to paint your exquisite canvas. The urge to paint you with our cum and blood is almost too much to bear.

My breath hitches at his words and I can’t help but picture what that would look like. My heart races and I discover I’m already panting for him before I’ve even touched myself. Reaching down I grip both sides of my panties and pull up, making the fabric run through my soaked folds.

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