Damien's pov:
She tried to hide another knife this time but it fell out when I was securing her wrists. Clearly my little mutt has never hidden a blade in her life.
I doubt she can use it anyway but it does make me wonder, where did someone like her get a stainless steel butterfly knife? Either way she needs to learn a lesson hence why this time.. She'll be cut with her own knife.
Slowly, the cold steel of the blade summons ribbons of perfect red, a poetic contrast from her pale, porcelain skin.
As the third red line creeps across her velvety wrist, the bitch throws her chair backwards knocking off my mask and probably giving herself a concussion but more importantly my fucking mask.
She stares at me, recognition flashing behind her eyes, quickly followed by panic, before slipping out of the restraints and running as fast as she can.
What if she says something.
Goddammit
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My Prey
RomanceThe classic enemies to... Something more. The first few chapters will be short I'm sorry but I promise I'll upload as much as possible. ⚠️Extreme BDSM and some triggers⚠️ BLOOD, KNIVES TORTURE BDSM CNC BONDAGE VOYEURISM EXHIBITIONISM YOUR MENTAL HEA...
