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Post by Sage Amato on Jan 29, 2011 21:34:43 GMT -5
 I raised by eyebrow not out of anger this time, but confusion...Okay, I was annoyed at Bear's remark but I wasn't infuriated by it. The guy knew I was the son of Aphrodite and had that reputation of being somewhat of a man whore, but he still insisted that he had more sex than I have. Psh! Yeah right. I'm the son of Aphrodite. Son of the goddess of love and lust. No way was he a son of Aphrodite so therefore I had more sex than he. At least that's what I believed.
My confusion/annoyance was short termed and soon replaced by anger and frustration. Ugh, he was messing with me. He knew that I was dedicated to the hockey team and that I wouldn't try anything physically to stop him from kissing me. Whatever. I could handle his kissing for a while no matter how much I hated it.
"It's obvious you're desperate." I went to say more, but he had cut off my words again with his mouth. The kiss was rougher this time and his hands held me in my spot. I squirmed and tried to make the experience as unpleasant as possible. No, I wasn't going to punch him, but that didn't mean I was just going to let him have fun with me. He bit my lip again and a whimper escaped from my lips and I suddenly stopped squirming. Damn my freakin weak spot.
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Post by Bear Keeni on Jan 30, 2011 19:16:16 GMT -5
Pft, this dumb ass could think whatever the hell he wanted to think. I wasn't desperate, but if this was what it took to keep him angry and somewhat retaliate against me, then so be it. I could deal with lies running rampant if it meant that I could get one night of something I liked.
Damn, it was so easy to tease Sage Amato. His weak spot was incredibly easy to get to, and once you got a hold of it, he was basically clay in your hand, ready to be molded. I did not like this, though. I needed this to be rough, not some one-person-do-everything ordeal. Something needed to be spiced up or else I was going to murder him on the spot. I had my saw-toothed knife with me, so it wouldn't be that hard.
Stepping back from Sage, I glared down at him with my dark eyes. "If you don't fight back, I'll make you." I said in a daunting tone. Without another word I lifted my foot right up in front of me, pointing my toes to the ceiling, and thrust the sole of my foot as hard as I could right at Sage, hoping to nail him right in the lower chest. If I could hurt him, maybe I could get him to fight back and make things rough. No, I take that back -- in one way or another, I was going to get him to retaliate. Sage Amato was not going to get away from this unharmed if he didn't give me what I wanted.
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Post by Sage Amato on Jan 31, 2011 18:13:12 GMT -5
Um, FUCK! OW! Holy shit what the hell?! This guy was definitely some sort of sick masochist and I did not appreciate being on the receiving end of his sexual desires. His foot hit me on my lower chest blowing the air right out of my lungs. I bent over trying to let out a groan or some sort of protest but my lungs weren't working. I grabbed my chest trying to force air in and out. I've been winded many times but nothing like this. Air slowly slipped back into my body as I heard the bastard speak. He wanted me to fight back? Fine! Fuck hockey! Yeah, I loved it, but I loved my ass a little more. I looked up and glared at the guy then sprang from my spot on the bench attempting to tackle the guy to the ground. I would hold him down with my weight and just punch and punch his face, chest, whatever I could make contact with. He wanted me to fight? Well, here I am shit face. Try to hurt me now.
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Post by Bear Keeni on Feb 4, 2011 7:12:01 GMT -5
As he bent over and tried to catch his breath or something, a demented laugh escaped my mouth. Ah, how I enjoyed seeing others in pain -- it brought great joy to me. I don't know what it was about it, but for some reason it just made me all happy on the inside. I know I'm a freak, but hey, nobody's perfect.
When Sage looked up, I knew I had pressed all the wrong buttons. This was exactly what I had wanted; and you know what would be even better? If he got kicked off the hockey team because of me. Aha! Yes! That would be quite amusing. When he came at me I was knocked down, hitting my back hard against the floor -- a large surge of pain, but it did nothing to disturb my psychotic train of thought. There was a large weight suddenly on my torso as I was pinned, being assaulted with punches. The blows, even though they did cause me pain, they did nothing to wipe the demented smirk off my face. My hands shot up towards his neck, my fingers itching to just get a hold of it and squeeze it as hard as I could. Maybe if I could get a hold of it, I could crush his windpipe -- ooh, a dead Sage would be just as fun as a living one. "I'm going to turn your dead corpse into a wonderful dinner." I told him, my tone like that of a deranged lunatic.
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