10-28-2020, 07:15 PM
Vickie stared down at the once always composed Detective who now shook & shivered
in the way of a fear-stricken child. It was unbecoming a Lady of her station but totally
understandable, in this scenario.
"Don't fight it, Dee, just breathe... breeeaaathe" Vickie teased.
Delia was getting a hold of things, like a tipsy house guest grabbing onto the corner end
of a table for balance. Her mind very badly shaken by this terrible turn of events. She didn't
care much at all for Gail but never wanted to see her killed. And it happened right beside her.
"There, see? You're gonna be alright sweety" Vickie said in her maligned way.
Delia's inhale/exhale routine gaining a semblance of its past likeness. Her eyes slowly draw
upward to meet those of her captor. They share a small, silent moment before Vickie moves
carefully towards her.
"If I killed you now, what would I do for fun?" she asked with faked innocence.
Vickie then bent down to look Delia right in the eye, just to her left. Locking her gaze on
the blonde beauty the way a lioness does a zebra. The tension was building in a way that soon
couldn't be contained.
At that moment, Vickie ran her tongue the entire length, from chin to cheek, of Delia's blood-soaked face.
Delia gasped in shock and disgust. Vickie, still fully engaged in eye contact with her, squinted
slightly, in a sort of lusty scrutiny, as she savored the taste of Gail. Finishing the act by licking
her lips and winking at the floored Detective.
"Clean her up!" she shouted before turning and walking away.
in the way of a fear-stricken child. It was unbecoming a Lady of her station but totally
understandable, in this scenario.
"Don't fight it, Dee, just breathe... breeeaaathe" Vickie teased.
Delia was getting a hold of things, like a tipsy house guest grabbing onto the corner end
of a table for balance. Her mind very badly shaken by this terrible turn of events. She didn't
care much at all for Gail but never wanted to see her killed. And it happened right beside her.
"There, see? You're gonna be alright sweety" Vickie said in her maligned way.
Delia's inhale/exhale routine gaining a semblance of its past likeness. Her eyes slowly draw
upward to meet those of her captor. They share a small, silent moment before Vickie moves
carefully towards her.
"If I killed you now, what would I do for fun?" she asked with faked innocence.
Vickie then bent down to look Delia right in the eye, just to her left. Locking her gaze on
the blonde beauty the way a lioness does a zebra. The tension was building in a way that soon
couldn't be contained.
At that moment, Vickie ran her tongue the entire length, from chin to cheek, of Delia's blood-soaked face.
Delia gasped in shock and disgust. Vickie, still fully engaged in eye contact with her, squinted
slightly, in a sort of lusty scrutiny, as she savored the taste of Gail. Finishing the act by licking
her lips and winking at the floored Detective.
"Clean her up!" she shouted before turning and walking away.
