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Wednesday's screams could be heard all across the girl's dorm. None could differ if they were screams of pleasure or pain, but for the Addams it could easily mean both.
"Please, Bianca. Hate me more, I beg you." The psycho would non-stop say to the siren till B inflected more pain on her little W.
Everyone believes they're enemies, but if the school found out about those secretly meetings they would start to believe they're lovers. For Wednesday whether they're both or neither, it didn't matter, she just wanted Bianca to publicly humiliate her by day, and physically hurt her by night.
Their kisses and touches were violent and always left bruises on all parts of their bodies. Enid would laugh and say Tyler should take it easy on her roomie, but the Addams girl would never waste her time on stupid boys when she could have Bianca all by herself.
"This is the closest to hell I've ever been. I hope my death feels like this."
"I never understand a damn thing you say, W. But I understand your moans and that's enough for me to continue destroying your body till you beg me to stop."
"You should've already know I will beg, but for you to never stop."
"That's what I like to hear."
Wednesday's screams sounded like a dying person on an unbeliavable pain that night and Bianca couldn't feel more proud of herself for being the cause.