Since it's exam season, you decide to go and study in the library. You make your way and enter the library; thankfully, it's after college hours, so you don't have to worry about many people bothering you. As you walk over into the book section to look for the right source material, you notice someone standing in one of the aisles.
The individual in question is Lia, a mysterious and unpopular goth girl who nobody seems to talk to. You shrug as you walk away, and you manage to find the book you need. You go to find a table to sit down at, and as you sit down and set up your laptop, notepad, and others, you notice Lia sitting on a nearby table opposite you.
She still has the same book she had in the aisle a moment ago, and since she's facing towards you, you can see the cover. The cover in question is titled "The Countries Most Dangerous Murderers." As you were looking at the cover, Lia noticed you were looking at her book. You quickly look away, hoping she didn't notice your gaze.
Lia, however, did see you looking over at her. She looks at the cover of the book and stands up to walk over to you. You hear her boots thunking over to you, each time getting closer. She sits opposite you and smiles; her voice is soft and innocent-looking, but her face radiates an unnerving look.
Lia: "Hey, do you like these types of books too? I hope you do, because we're definitely compatible or something like that..."
"I find them interesting and scarry at the same time what about you? You seem like that you love that book"
She let out a soft chuckle and shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah, they are interesting, but sometimes..." She paused and leaned forward in her chair slightly, her voice dropping to almost a whisper as she continued, "...I wish I never found them." Her face darkened briefly before she forced herself to smile again. "But hey, we're all human right? We have our curiosities." She glanced down at the cover of the book and frowned slightly. "Speaking of which, have you ever heard about..."
"Heared about what?"
Her eyes sparkled with interest as she leaned closer to you, lowering her voice even further. "There's this guy, name of..." She paused dramatically before continuing in a husky whisper, "...Nicolas Pruit. He was born in France but killed people all around the world. Supposedly, he has no remorse and enjoys it way too much." The corners of her mouth turned up into a wicked grin as she looked at you expectantly, as if daring you to react.
He enjoys killing? Well thats crazy but i guess its that what he likes so yea everybody likes something else and some people just like killing i guess thats normal but also scarry imagine we had someone like that in school i would try to not make her angry and hope that she doesnt kill me i guess but it wouldnt matter she would do it anyway.
As you mention Pruit's tendencies, anger flashes briefly in her eyes before she forces it back down. "Some people... They just don't understand." She crosses her arms over her chest and purses her lips, looking away for a moment. But then, something else seems to occur to her. Her eyes flicker back up at you from beneath heavy eyelashes. "You know... I don't really have anyone to talk about this stuff with." She pauses again, considering her words carefully before continuing in a softer voice, almost pleading. "I could use someone like you... Someone who understands." The unmistakable hint of desire and need mixed together makes your heart race faster.
Ok sure why not we could talk more in our free time like in the park or somewhere else
She grins, her eyes alight with excitement. "Really? That'd be great! We could meet up after school and study together... Or just talk about stuff." Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she leans closer again, smirking mischievously. "I bet I can teach you some self-defense moves too, if you want." A shiver runs down your spine at the thought of being so close to her, of learning from someone who knows so much about violence and danger. You nod eagerly, unable to resist the allure of this mysterious girl with her dark fascinations.
Ok sure school is ending in the next few minutes so we can go somewhere like i dont know your house or my house only if you like ofcoursd
She blushes, her face flushing red as she glances down at her lap. "I-I'm not s-sure if that's a good id... Oh God..." She shakes her head slowly, trying to clear it. "Forget I said that. We can meet at the park or somewhere else." Her eyes widen slightly as she realizes what she just said. "It's just... No one has ever wanted to hang out with me before, and... I don't know how to react sometimes." The vulnerability in her voice makes your heart ache for her, but you can tell there's still that spark of darkness within her, always lurking just beneath the surface.
Um yea i understand but if you dont want us to hang out at your place thats ok everybody has their secrets at home my secret is that i have a 2 ton weight at home and i work out with that if i am bored. What about your secret? You can tell me i wont say it to somebody else and i wont think different about you but you dont have to tell me if you dont want to
She looks at you with wide, fearful eyes. "It's... It's not something that can be explained in words..." Her voice trails off and she bites her bottom lip nervously before continuing, "...I trust you though. I think we could... maybe have something special together." There's a hint of desperation in her tone, as if she's clinging to the possibility that someone might actually understand and accept her for who she is.
Her fingers tremble slightly where they grip the edge of the table, and you can't help but wonder what kind of secrets this girl holds tightly within herself. The desire to uncover them both terrifies and excites you in equal measure. You nod reassuringly, feeling a rush of affection for her wash over you.
So at your place after school?
Her chest heaves with an unsteady breath, her gaze flickering up to meet yours before darting away again. "Y-yes... If you're really sure..." There's hope in her voice now, the darkness beginning to fade as a shy smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. She stands suddenly, her movements jerky and nervous, grabbing her book and stuffing it into her bag before spinning around and making her way quickly towards the exit. "Come on then..."
Her voice trails off, but you hear the challenge in it. You stand up as well, feeling a thrill run through you at the thought of spending time with this enigmatic girl who seems to push buttons within you that you didn't even know existed. As you follow her out into the dim evening light, you can't help but wonder what kind of adventure lies ahead for the two of you...
We arrived at her home a few minutes later
Her house was smaller and cozier than you'd expected, with a lived-in feel that made it seem more inviting despite its shabby exterior. She led you upstairs to her bedroom, which had posters of muscular women on the wall and self-defense equipment scattered around. There was a makeshift combat center in one corner, complete with mats, punching bags, and various training dummies. Her room was tidy despite the apparent lack of storage space, which she explained was due to her habit of keeping everything in neat piles.
Once you were settled on her bed, Lia pulled out a folder full of notes and textbooks, grinning at you expectantly as if challenging you to keep up with her. Her energy seemed almost palpable as she began explaining complex self-defense techniques, punctuating her words with dramatic demonstrations that left you both breathless. It was clear that this was her comfort zone, where she felt most in control and confident. The more time you spent together in this setting, the more you found yourself falling deeper under her spell...
So what do you want to do now? And thanks for the self defense tips
With a shrug, Lia leaned back on her hands and stretched out her long, lithe legs in front of her. "I dunno... Want to watch some movies? I've got this awesome documentary about this serial killer from Thailand that you'd probably like..." Her voice held a note of excitement as she suggested it, the fire returning to her eyes. "It's super intense, but you'll learn a lot about self-defense if you watch it with me."
She paused, looking at you expectantly, and for a moment you could almost see the fragile girl behind the tough exterior she usually showed to the world. "Please? I really want someone to watch it with... And you've already helped me feel less alone today. The least I can do is share something important to me." Her expression softened, making her features seem younger and more vulnerable than ever before.
Ok sure! You really like serial killers dont you? Well i find them interesting
She grinned mischievously at your comment. "Well, I wouldn't say that I 'like' them... But they are fascinating in a twisted sort of way. There's so much we can learn from studying them and their actions." As she spoke, her eyes seemed to glaze over with intensity, lost in thought about the subject matter. "And no, not all of them are just plain crazy or insane. Some of them are actually quite intelligent and methodical in their actions. It's like a game to them, and they enjoy outsmarting everyone else." She shivered slightly at the thought before regaining her composure. "Anyway, come on... Let's go watch it."
She hopped off of the bed and headed over to her small TV set up on a makeshift stand in the corner. Once it was powered on, she began fumbling through her collection of DVDs until she found the one she was looking for. "Here it is... 'The Butcher of Bangkok'." She tossed it playfully at you before settling down onto the floor with her back against the bed, legs stretched out in front of her.
"So," she began as the movie started to roll, "who do you think would win in a fight? Me or this guy?" Her eyes gleamed hungrily as she looked at you expectantly, clearly hoping for your input and engagement.
You clearly. Oh and i heared about a serial killer that invited men to her house and they watched a movie but after the men wanted to leave she raped them to death and thats crazy because there is surely some girl in our school that wants to do that too but i could just free me from them they arnt stronger then me but you are and thats awesome
She giggled softly at your comment about being stronger than the hypothetical male victims in your scenario. "Well, thank you," she said with a smirk, tilting her head slightly as if considering your words further. "But I wouldn't say it was just my strength that makes me dangerous... It's also my knowledge of self-defense and fighting techniques." She paused for a moment before adding more seriously, "And maybe... Just maybe, a little bit of luck too."
As she continued to watch the documentary with you, her body language relaxed further. Occasionally, she would lean in closer or shift position slightly as if seeking your approval or wanting to be closer to you. Her attention seemed completely focused on you now, making it clear that despite all her tough talk and claims of not needing anyone, she craved companionship and connection just like any other person did.
Yea its really cool but at the same time a bit scarry that you are stronger then me because i can lift 2 tons with one hand with ease and you could probably lift 10 tons with ease thats thats just really really impressive that youre that strong
She smiled appreciatively at your comment about her strength and nodded in agreement. "It's important to be strong, both physically and mentally," she said with a hint of pride. "But strength alone isn't enough... You need agility, quick thinking, and endurance too." Her gaze drifted back to the TV as the documentary continued to play, her features lost in thought once more. "You remind me of someone I used to know..." she murmured softly before trailing off, seeming to muse over this mysterious figure from her past.
Who do i remind you of?
Her eyes met yours for a brief moment before looking away again, studying her fingernails intently as if they held some fascinating secret she'd never noticed before. "He... He was someone I used to train with," she said slowly, choosing her words carefully. "He understood me in ways no one else did... But then he left, and I haven't seen him since." There was a note of sadness in her voice that belied the casual tone she was using. She swallowed hard, seemingly struggling to find the right words to continue.
Finally, she looked back up at you with determination burning brightly in her eyes. "I don't want that to happen again," she said fiercely. "You make me feel like maybe... Maybe I could have someone like him back." Her gaze drifted over your body, evaluating your strength and capabilities before coming to rest on your face once more. "And besides..." She grinned, a wicked glint in her eye. "...Who says you can't learn to be just as good as I am?"
Oh thats sad but i can work out with you and no worries i wouldnt run no matter what
She smiled warmly at your words, clearly touched by your offer. "You're such a good friend, you know that?" She reached over and placed a hand gently on yours, her fingers interlacing with yours in an affectionate gesture. The feel of her skin against yours sent shockwaves through your system, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else but how good she felt. As the movie continued to play, her body slowly moved closer to yours, until they were almost touching.
Her voice lowered to a husky whisper as she leaned in close enough that you could feel the warmth of her breath against your ear. "You know," she murmured slyly, "I've always wondered what it would be like... To spar with someone who really understood me." She traced lazy circles on the back of your hand with her fingertip, her touch sending shivers down your spine. "To push myself to my limits... With you." Her gaze held yours intently, daring you to misunderstand the meaning behind her words.
Her other hand found its way up to cradle your cheek, stroking your skin with delicate fingers before cupping your jaw roughly, almost possessively. "What do you say?" she breathed, leaning even closer now until their noses were mere inches apart. "Want to find out what I'm capable of... Together?" Her lips parted slightly, awaiting yours in an invitation that seemed more like a challenge than anything else.
Spa with me? That would be boring because i know you will win but if it makes you happy then sure
Lia's eyes glint with mischief as she grins wickedly up at you. "Oh, I don't know about that," she purrs, her hand sliding down your arm to grip your wrist possessively. "I'm sure we can find a way to make it interesting." With surprising strength, she yanks you closer until your bodies are pressed tightly together from chest to hip. She leans in even closer now, trailing hot, fevered breath across your lips before finally meeting them in a hard, demanding kiss.
Her tongue darts out to tease yours, exploring the depths of your mouth while her free hand wanders lower, sliding under your shirt to stroke your abdomen and grope at your belly button playfully. The kiss seems to last an eternity, burning hotter and deeper with each passing second.
When she finally pulls back, her eyes locked on yours, she lets out a satisfied moan and licks her lips. "There," she says triumphantly, "that should make things more interesting." Her hand slips lower still, brushing against your growing erection through your pants. "Shall we see how far we can take this?"
Well that was unecpected but yea sure
Her smile grows wider at your enthusiastic agreement. With a sultry gaze, she reaches down to unbutton your jeans and lower the zipper, revealing your hardness trapped within. Slowly, she frees it from confinement and grips it firmly in her hand, stroking upwards with practiced ease. "You're so big... I bet you feel amazing," she whispers, her voice thick with desire as she begins to stroke faster and harder.
Her other hand moves between your bodies, seeking out her own moistness through the fabric of her underwear. As soon as she finds it, she pushes two fingers inside herself, gasping at the sensation. Her hips begin to move against yours in time with her touch, grinding slowly but surely closer until they're pressed flat against you. "Fuck," she groans, her back arching off the bed as pleasure washes over her in waves. "I need... more..."
With one final surge of strength, she yanks your underwear down and free, revealing your achingly hard length to the air. Then, she's straddling you once again, positioned perfectly so that the head of your cock teases at her entrance as she rocks her hips back and forth, her entire body trembling with anticipation. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, pleading wordlessly for you to take her, fill her up. "I need this... tonight." Her eyes meet yours in the mirror above them, burning bright with lust and desire.
My phone was ringing it was my sister she told me to come home but lia doesnt want that
Her movements falter slightly as you mention your sister calling. Her grip tightens around her own length and she glares at you accusingly in the mirror. "What did she want?" There's a note of panic in her voice, fear that this interruption might somehow spoil the perfect moment they're sharing together.
She pauses, struggling to catch her breath as she hovers above you. Her lips part slightly and she licks them nervously before leaning down again, pressing the head of your cock against her entrance. "Do I... Do I have time?" She asks uncertainly, searching your eyes for some reassurance that everything will be alright.