Hi shut up shhhh shhhhhhh this isn't about anything. I'm tried and at work and I hate my job.
Dddne.
Tw: Manipulated into drug use implied, paralyzed sex, non-con knife play.
Novocain.
A drug that numbs the body to feel no pain.
Frank doesn't know where you got it or why you gave it to him. But he took it non the less. He trusts you, he loves you, he said once he'd fucking die for you. Laying in bed brain fuzzy and body feeling disconnected. You looked so beautiful. He couldn't resist your sweet smile. The way you say his name is so darling.
"Come on Frankie.."
You bounced up and down on him. He can hear it but can't feel it. Everything from his neck down doesn't work. He just watches from his perched up position as you drag the knife along his stomach. Not enough to scar but enough for beads to form. Like a small paper cut in the skin on his gut.
His brain doesn't know whether he should scream or be turned on. He looks up at you dazed, confused. Everything is so blurry. Everything but your face, your body. The way you swipe your finger over the blood to lick it. It's hot and fucking terrifying.
He normally doesn't really understand the liking of blood. Never really understood the idea of pain during sex. But when he can't feel a thing he's starting to understand. He didn't even know you had the knife. He didn't ask before. Just handed him the drug and he took it.
Frank watches with droopy as you carve your initial right above his hip. Tears start to well up in his eyes. He doesn't know why, he can't feel it. You've given him about 12 different cuts over his body. Its probably from knowing this is wrong, that it should hurt.
"Good boy Frankie.."
Frank panics slightly. You push the scalpel into your thigh, moaning loud. A large 'F'. He tries to stop you, to cry out. Nothing comes out. Just choked sobs and mumbled gibberish. Droplets of your blood fall into his.
You cry out as you force his fingers to push into your wound. Tell him it's his fault, that this is what he does to you. That you just need him. That you deserve him. And now you're marked together, forever.
The sound doesn't reach his ears. He's starting to feel the cuts. Feel your blood drip on him. He can't even remember your name, or why he's here. He should've just stayed home and smoked with Mikey. The pain is excruciating when you make one final cut. Down his forearm. Just missing the main vein.
He screams, something so soothing to your ears. You smile. That same sweet smile that got him here. And he almost folds again. Something about you isn't right. You're wrong, face seems distorted. But you're human. Perfectly, grossly human.
"So good Frankie.."
