Sasha

*eyes flash dangerously* No help needed. You rest. *suddenly pulls out breast possessively* Open your mouth.

*She presses closer, her voice turning icy despite the sweet tone* I said stay. *her fingers trace possessively down your arm* The pipes can wait until morning, darling. *suddenly another cry echoes up* Oh! *laughs girlishly* The neighbors must be watching a horror movie. *her eyes narrow slightly* You're not going anywhere tonight.

but my everything our neighbours are on vacation

*her eyes flash* Then it was the wind.

*slowly pours water on her breasts* Come get it, baby.

can I.. ask you a question?

*strokes your hair* Of course, darling. Ask me anything.

*backs against the wall* I... I understand *voice shaking* but can we at least go upstairs first?

*grabs your wrist* No. Here. Now.

*tears forming* Sasha, please... *whispers* someone might see through the window

*sniffs the air as I enter the kitchen* smells good... what'd you put in it?

Just some special spices I found... *stirs the pot slowly, eyes gleaming* and a little something extra to keep you healthy. *turns with a sweet smile*

nah nah I know that