Bloodbound:
⚠️ Blood Magic, Blood, Dark Magic, Blade and scar mentions, curse weaving? (●´⌓`●)
Izabela sliced the blade down the center of the forearm. The captive flinching from the pain.
"You're an idiot. You know that?" She hissed, grasping the younger man's wrist. Pulling him back to her.
"And you're a bitch. You know that?" He voiced wobbly. Tears slipped from the inner corner of his eye.
'Brave words from a boy.' The evil woman's stare seemed to say. Though Kupid wasn't sure if he could decipher much from her.
"Hush." She drawls quietly. Hand raising as if to hit.
Though she never had to hit to get what she wanted, she did it anyway.
At this point, he probably shouldn't be surprised. But the pain was unlike anything else.
The feeling of his life draining from him, the sweat building on his brow, pooling in the hollow of his throat....the scars lining his arms.
The thread between life and death was no matter to her. She fully abused it.