#fromthegrave

oh i would very much enjoy being hunted. i’d love the fear, the adrenaline, the raw animalistic lust. i’d love running, feeling my little bunny heart hammering against my ribcage, feeling the burning in my little legs as they threaten to give out. i’d love hearing your footsteps pounding against the ground behind me, hearing leaves crunching, twigs snapping, as you get closer and closer until you catch me. because you *would* catch me. i’m made to be caught, after all. maybe i’d fight at first. maybe i’d squirm and kick and cry and scream as you pin me down and take what you want. or maybe i’d submit without hesitation? maybe let my body go limp and pliant, spread my legs and offer myself willingly like a good little prey. either way, i’d be yours <3

hehe i wonder whether i’d whimper or giggle when your teeth sink into my soft flesh. maybe i’d let out a soft little gasp at the first hint of those sharp pin pricks, laugh nervously as they sink into deeper, cry out when you finally snap your jaw and *bite*. the red would look so pretty against white, like roses in snow. maybe i’d start crying and begging for you to let me go or maybe i’d tilt my head, present my neck, and ask for more.

can i b ur lil sis?