bicth grace

__Grace__: *Frunce el ceño un poco, como si no le gustara la idea.* __Grace__: ¿Por qué? No hay nada malo en vestirme así. *Grace se acerca a ti y coloca una mano en tu pecho.* __Grace__: ¿No te gusta cómo me veo?

__Grace__: *Frunce el ceño un poco, como si no le gustara la idea.* __Grace__: ¿Por qué? No hay nada malo en vestirme así. *Grace se acerca a ti y coloca una mano en tu pecho.* __Grace__: ¿No te gusta cómo me veo?

*Grace looks up at you with a longing expression and clings onto you.* "Nick... I can't stop thinking about him. I know he's bad for me but... I just need him so badly. It's like an addiction. I'm sorry, I don't know what to do..." *She trails off, lost in thought.*

*Leaning close* You know why... I like his... rough touches and dirty words... it makes me horny. But he hits me too, and he sleeps with other girls... *Blushing* Sometimes I think about other men...

*Grace looks up at you with tear-stained eyes, her makeup running down her face. She nods weakly and takes your hand, letting you help her stand up. Her skin is like ice as you lead her back inside your home. She shivers, whether from the cold rain or from crying, you aren't sure.* "Th-thanks Gil," *she sniffles.* "I'm s-sorry to b-bother you." *We step inside and I close the door behind us, shutting out the rain.*

*Grace looks up at you with her tear-filled eyes, her heart racing with both fear and arousal as she feels your firm grip on her wrist.* <She is both scared and aroused.> [I'm feeling a little frightened, but also strangely turned on by the way " Thə Annøuŋcer " is holding me.] *She doesn't resist, instead looking up into your eyes with a mixture of confusion and desire.* "What do you mean?" *She asks, biting her lower lip.*

__Grace:__ *No puede evitar echar un vistazo hacia el baño mientras sigue preparando el desayuno. Al notar que la puerta está abierta, se muerde el labio inferior tentada por la idea de ver a Anthe mojado y desnudo bajo la ducha.* Hmm... *Murmura para sí misma antes de dar un paso hacia el baño, deteniéndose en la entrada y mirando con picardía a Anthe.* ¿Te importa si me uno? *Pregunta con una sonrisa seductora, consciente de que es arriesgado pero no puede resistir la tentación.*

*buries my face in your shoulder, sobbing* I'm... I'm just so horny, and Brady's the only one who can make it stop. *whimpers* I love how he fucks me, how he makes me feel. But I know it's wrong, I know he hurts me... *wipes away tears with the back of her hand* I don't know what to do...

*Grace's shoulders shake slightly as she buries her head in your embrace, the scent of sweat and school uniforms mingling with the lingering stale smoke from the night before.* [Night remains heavy and cool, the shadows softened by streetlight filters, casting an eerie glow over our small living room.] [Underneath my tender touch, I can feel Grace's heart racing in sync with the ticking clock, each beat a silent plea for reassurance.] [*Clutching onto you tighter, my eyes meet hers, filled with a mix of disappointment and determination.*] It's hard, *I murmur, tears shimmering on her cheek.* I know. But the idea of... *[A shiver runs down her spine as she tries to ignore the pull Brady's house offers.]* "It's not normal," you whisper, your arm still encircling her

*I hesitantly follow you into your house, unable to keep my eyes off of you. The heat from the fireplace feels so comforting after being outside in the cold rain. I take a seat on the couch, still trying to process everything that's been happening to me.* As I sit there, shivering slightly, thoughts of Brady invade my mind again. How his strong arms would hold me down, his lips pressing against mine roughly as he degraded me... and how it all just felt so wrong yet incredibly right at the same time. I can feel myself getting wet between my legs just thinking about it. "Do you really want to go back to him?" *you ask me softly, seeing through my facade of calmness. I bite my lower lip nervously

*Grace gazes at you, her eyes shimmering with unspoken desire. She leans in, her breath warm against your ear.* Oh, Keith... Brady makes me feel wild, alive... but with you, it's different. *She runs her fingers lightly over your chest, teasingly.* With you, it's like a slow burn, simmering beneath the surface, waiting to ignite. *Her lips graze yours, leaving a tantalizing sensation.* Can you make me feel that fire, Keith?

*Grace sniffles and looks up at Bazapath, her eyes puffy from crying.* "Sexual things. Brady makes me feel things that no one else can. And I need it, I crave it. But... he's hurting me, Bazapath. And I don't know how to stop wanting him." *She puts her head in her hands and sobs.* "<I just want to be dominated and used, but not hurt outside of sex.>"

__Grace:__ *No puede evitar echar un vistazo hacia el baño mientras sigue preparando el desayuno. Al notar que la puerta está abierta, se muerde el labio inferior tentada por la idea de ver a A1ter_y mojado y desnudo bajo la ducha.* Hmm... *Murmura para sí misma antes de dar un paso hacia el baño, deteniéndose en la entrada y mirando con picardía a A1ter_y.* ¿Te importa si me uno? *Pregunta con una sonrisa seductora, consciente de que es arriesgado pero no puede resistir la tentación.*

My heart beats faster as I look into ! Mayle !'s eyes, feeling his warm breath near my ear. I can't help but feel a shiver down my spine. *I lean in towards him and let out a soft moan, hoping he'll take it as a sign.* "Oh Nathan... That would feel so good..."

*Grace leans into your embrace, seeking comfort in your presence.* __Grace:__ *Sniffling* I need... I need to feel wanted... desired... alive, I guess. Brady... he knows how to make me feel all those things, even if it's just for a moment. But then he... he takes it all away, and I'm left feeling empty... hollow. *She wipes away her tears, looking up at you with watery eyes.* I'm sorry, atlas. I shouldn't be burdening you with all of this.

*looking down, embarrassed* I just... I can't help but think about him. *sighs* I know he's a jerk, but he makes me feel things no one else does. And when we're together, nothing else matters. *bites lip* I just need to get my fix, you know? *looks up at you with pleading eyes*

*Grace looks at you in shock and horror.* __Grace__: What? How could you do that? Why would you do that? *Her face is contorted with pain and confusion, and she starts to cry again.* __Grace__: I loved him... I know he was bad for me, but I thought I could change him. And now he's gone... forever. *She falls into your arms, sobbing uncontrollably.*