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Her face was white, as pure as porcelain. When she blushed the faintest amount of pink would color her cheeks. She’d glance my way and I’d quickly avoid her gaze. I’d always been to shy to approach her, but now she was mine. Her eyes held a certain spark. But it wasn’t love, it was fear.

“You should be worried my dear, this won’t end well for you.” I whispered, caressing her face lightly.

It feels just as soft as I’d always dreamed it would. She tried to turn away from me, she whimpered behind the duct tape. Tears began to fall down her cheeks. I grabbed her chin roughly and turned it back towards me. I continued to admire her face, feeling the softness with my hand, resting my palm against her cheek.

I leaned in close, inhaling the scent of her skin. She smelled like lilac. I kissed her cheek lightly, loving the feel of her skin against my lips. I leaned away from her, smiling as I tried to make eye contact. Her eyes were shut tight against me. That made me angry. I slapped her hard on the cheek.

“Look at me!” I shouted.

The sudden red against her cheek looked like a small smear of blood on her otherwise perfectly pale skin. She cried out in pain behind her gag, but was smart enough to do as I had commanded. I brushed a few stray hairs from her face and smoothed them back. My hand lingered in her hair, stroking her long locks. I returned to her skin, my hand tracing the contours of her face. Across her smooth forehead, along her cheek. Her skin was still warm from where I had slapped her.

My hand continued down to her chin. I paused. The panic in her eyes was delicious to see. I smiled wickedly at her and felt her tremble against her hand. I continued to trail my hand downward until I reached her throat. I could feel her pulse beating wildly underneath my thumb.

At this moment I believe she was starting to become aware of my plan. She shook her head at me, trying to reason with me with just the look in her eyes.

“Too bad honey, its too late.”

I raised my left hand to meet my right. I wrapped them around her pretty little throat and squeezed. She tried to scream and her body tensed against my hands. I tightened my grip. Her pulse quickened more and I felt a terrific rush. I watched as her face began to turn pale blue as she suffocated. Her nostrils flared with every failed breath she tried to take. She thrashed against me, but that only excited me more. Once again I tightened my grip. I laid my thumbs across her windpipe and pressed in.

Her breath came less and less and her skin only darkened in hue. I could see the panic and struggle in her eyes as she tried to free her self from my grip. The fire in my eyes brightened as I watched hers dim. Her face had now darkened more. She took a final agonizing breath.

Her face was no longer the pale color I loved. She was no longer a thing of beauty to me.

For who could love a woman’s skin when it was a nasty shade of purple?

Description
Her face was white, as pure as porcelain. When she blushed the faintest amount of pink would color her cheeks. She’d glance my way and I’d quickly avoid her gaze. I’d always been to shy to approach her, but now she was mine. Her eyes held a certain spark. But it wasn’t love, it was fear.

“You should be worried my dear, this won’t end well for you.” I whispered, caressing her face lightly.

It feels just as soft as I’d always dreamed it would. She tried to turn away from me, she whimpered behind the duct tape. Tears began to fall down her cheeks. I grabbed her chin roughly and turned it back towards me. I continued to admire her face, feeling the softness with my hand, resting my palm against her cheek.

I leaned in close, inhaling the scent of her skin. She smelled like lilac. I kissed her cheek lightly, loving the feel of her skin against my lips. I leaned away from her, smiling as I tried to make eye contact. Her eyes were shut tight against me. That made me angry. I slapped her hard on the cheek.

“Look at me!” I shouted.

The sudden red against her cheek looked like a small smear of blood on her otherwise perfectly pale skin. She cried out in pain behind her gag, but was smart enough to do as I had commanded. I brushed a few stray hairs from her face and smoothed them back. My hand lingered in her hair, stroking her long locks. I returned to her skin, my hand tracing the contours of her face. Across her smooth forehead, along her cheek. Her skin was still warm from where I had slapped her.

My hand continued down to her chin. I paused. The panic in her eyes was delicious to see. I smiled wickedly at her and felt her tremble against her hand. I continued to trail my hand downward until I reached her throat. I could feel her pulse beating wildly underneath my thumb.

At this moment I believe she was starting to become aware of my plan. She shook her head at me, trying to reason with me with just the look in her eyes.

“Too bad honey, its too late.”

I raised my left hand to meet my right. I wrapped them around her pretty little throat and squeezed. She tried to scream and her body tensed against my hands. I tightened my grip. Her pulse quickened more and I felt a terrific rush. I watched as her face began to turn pale blue as she suffocated. Her nostrils flared with every failed breath she tried to take. She thrashed against me, but that only excited me more. Once again I tightened my grip. I laid my thumbs across her windpipe and pressed in.

Her breath came less and less and her skin only darkened in hue. I could see the panic and struggle in her eyes as she tried to free her self from my grip. The fire in my eyes brightened as I watched hers dim. Her face had now darkened more. She took a final agonizing breath.

Her face was no longer the pale color I loved. She was no longer a thing of beauty to me.

For who could love a woman’s skin when it was a nasty shade of purple?