@etharest ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙 ― "carve your initials into my body, please."
WORDS HIT HIS EARS, OH HOW QUICKLY THEY GRAB HOLD OF HIM. it has his head snap to a tilt. shoulders rolling. he could feel the red devil wanting to come out to play. normally, he would save such acts for victims he carefully picks out, but this woman seemed so eager for it. and also, who is he to deny a moment like this ? someone begging for his initials. a moment to decorate skin. why refuse himself that ?
❝ Did you know I carry a knife in my pocket at all times ? ❞ body finally turned to face her. oh, she seemed to be something ethereal. delicate. heavenly. almost not human. like him. how interesting. there's a subtle grin upon his face. switchblade pulled from his pocket. casually, it rests within his palm and held up in the air. wiggling it around for her to see. ❝ And it always seemed to be the ones that look so innocent to be the most dirty-minded. ❞ there's a faint chuckle as he sauntered towards her. each step taken confidently while blade is flicked out so easily. a practiced motion.
free hand moved to grip her throat. not tightly, but enough just to be able to guide her. somewhere a bit more secluded. using his body to press her against nearby wall. soon tip of his knife pressing a bit against her cheek. controlling himself. resisting the urge to draw blood already. ❝ Come on, keep pleading for me, baby. I can't tell how much you want it just yet. ❞