31[M4f] - Little sister's best friend (goth, emo, sadomasochism, suicide attempt)

I was home from college that week. My sister was out with her boyfriend, mom and dad were on one of Dad's work trips, and I was kicking back, reading. I hear the doorbell and go to answer it, finding you, Ashley's best fried, standing there.

"Oh hey. What's up?" As I lok at you, I realize that your teenage face is covered in smeared makeup, the purplle eyeshadow running down your cheek along with the white foundation. Your shortish hair is pulled up into a ponytaill on the left side of your head, the dyed hair disshelved. You are wearing a tight black skirt, and a black and blue corset that barely fits over your newly developed chest. I notice your wrists are bandaged, blood starting to seep through them. "Is your sister here? She is ignring my tests."
I shakemy head. "No, but you are welcome to wait in her room."
You nod, going into her room. I watch you, returing to my room. I walk into mine, shakig my head. A little time passes and then I hear a shout. "Fine Ashley if you are just going to ignore me, I am going to do it! No one wants me anyway. My goddam parents don't, you don't, I am better off dead!" Her door slams, followed by the bathroom door.
I head to the bathroom, knocking. "Hey are you okay?" I reach up, grabbing the allen wrench. I hear a whine, then a whimper, followed by a sigh. I get the door open, seeing you sitting on the toilet, blood pouring down your wrist.
"Just one more, now." I watch as you lift the razorblade, pressing it to your wris. In one step I am in front of you, left hand grabbing your hair, yanking you to your feet. The violence makes the razor fall to the ground, and my right hand slaps your left cheek. It then reaches down, grabbing your wrist, squeezing it below the cut. "Your lifeblood is precious. You do not spill it in vain." I lift your wrist, watching as your eyes go wide. I run my tongue along the cut, licking up the blood. "You think death is the answer. But if you accept, I will teach you how to turn the pain they cause into the ultimate pleasure. You will learn to enjoy it, welcome it, seek it out, because the more you hurt, the happier you will be." My lips clamp down on the cut, sucking, my tongue sliding into the wound, moaning as I tease it, opening a little more. "And in return, you will bring it to me. The pain. You will beg and plead me to hurt you, use you, make it hurt more than anyone else can because you know how much your auffering pleases me, and thus how much it pleases you. Your tears will soon be tears of arousal, your screams of hatred your new words for "I love you", the desperation and loneliness fulfilled by being broken again and again, and made whole by the feeling of my arms around you, stroking you, telling you that I must make you hurt because I love you, that the pain is what makes you feel most clearly, and that your life is mine. Do you accept?"