In My Skin Full Movie の小説・ストーリー

In its place, she wore only tattered strips of soft, buckskin leather—little more than a primitive wrap that left her midriff and legs bare. She wasn't a "Glitch Queen" here. She was a woman in the wild. "Jaxson? Kael?" she called out, her voice raspy. "Over here." Jaxson emerged from a thicket of oversized ferns. If he looked lethal in a suit, he looked like a god of war here. He was shirtless, his broad chest marked with the faint blue scars where his tactical gear had been integrated. He wore rugged trousers torn at the knees, a crude bone-knife gripped in his hand.

Success Is Assured. I hit send. The screen flashed green once before the data self-deleted, returning the device to a completely blank, un-trackable slate. My skin felt disgusting, filthy with the grease of the industrial kitchens, the chemical stink of Yamelyan’s antiseptic, and the cold, sour sweat of a woman who had just looked down the barrel of a loaded gun while pretending to be a man. The theatrical wax along my jawline was beginning to itch, the heavy liquid foundation melting under the heat of my skin. I needed to wash. I needed to clear the grease from my pores before the structural makeup permanently ruined the skin integrity required for the long-term disguise.

The footage showed Ted sliding his hand between Suzy's thighs, his fingers working her over and over again. Their talk was obscene and shameless while I stood beside them, heavily pregnant. I'd been so hopeful that day. I held up my phone, trying to capture some beautiful memories for Ted and me. Little did I know the lens would capture something so repulsive. The audience stood up and pointed at the screen. "What the hell is this? They're practically flirting in public."

I scrolled until I found it—a video of a woman who looked exactly like my roommate. I watched the way she applied oil on her beautiful ebony skin, making it look like polished mahogany. My eyes followed every inch of her body, noting the way her curves seemed to defy gravity. I watched, mesmerized, as the screen filled with the sight of her bouncing, her moans muffled by my low volume setting but still vibrating through the phone anyway.

My elbows had scraped raw against the concrete, and the initial numbness was followed by sharp, searing agony. Seeing this, Charlie went into a frenzy. “What are you doing? Do you love him that much? But you love me!” Gasping through the pain, I glared at him, fury burning through me. “There’s nothing between you and me anymore! “Conrad is my husband, the man I will spend my life with!” I declared firmly. Charlie froze at my words. Conrad helped me to my feet while calling for emergency services. He stared at my wounds with worry etched across his face, repeatedly asking if I was in pain.

It felt like only yesterday when I got diagnosed with this curse and here it is seeking for my life. I sighed heavily and returned to my room without finishing my workout routine or alerting Grace. I entered my bathroom and looked at the mirror to take a look at my face and my skin. My face still looked as beautiful as it was from the first day I glanced at myself in the mirror. Even after all those fighting and wars, I didn’t even get a scar on my face at all. “My biggest attraction and my biggest flaw,” I said while running my hands through my smooth face. I don’t even do much to preserve my skin.

She runs her tongue over my skin, giving me soft before adding, “And then I want you to fuck my tight little ass.” “Goddamn,” I groan. “I’ll fuck you anyway you want, sugar.” “And there’s one more thing,” she whispers against my skin, making goosebumps rise all over me and my cock give another painful pulse. “I want it raw. I’ve been fantasizing about a real man fucking me bareback and filling me with his hot seed for way too long. I’m tired of waiting, Slater.” Her tongue flicks my collarbone. “Do you think you could do that for me? Can you fuck me skin to skin and cum inside my little pussy and ass?”

No one gets to touch my family. “You're wrong to think I'd kill you. Do you want to know what it's like when your skin peels off? When something so sensitive and important is ripped out while you thrash and scream for dignity?” I whisper, the weight of my threat hangs heavily in the air. He doesn't know just what kind of beast I can become to save my family. “Will you be considered a man if I take what signifies it?” The color drains from his face so fast. “Don't worry. You'll be fed. That I can assure you" I add, before tearing his shirt apart and using my claws to dig into his skin. My anger blinds me as I begin to peel his skin from the chest, drawing another loud agonizing scream.

I was going to get a scar on my skin. "Please stop!" I cried out in pain. Tears were already gathering in my eyes. My sister was already crying. I suddenly wished I hadn't opened the door, I wasn't smart enough. I was only smart in board games. "Your mum isn't here to protect you, I 'm going to skin you alive."The grin on her face widened, her appearance had also changed. Her skin was darker, and her nails were longer than it was a second ago. She was not human.

"When it comes to money, any shred of humanity gets tossed out the window." Leaning weakly against the wall, my mother whispered, “Fine… I agree. But you have to tell me the truth first.” The deal was made, and the exchange took place at the entrance of an abandoned factory. The sunlight slanted across the stained, grimy walls, and the air was thick with the scent of rust and damp earth. Desmond arrived wearing oversized sunglasses and ill-fitting clothes. My mother stood there, flanked by a few hired bodyguards, looking well-prepared for anything that could happen.