He smirks impishly, teasingly dragging the tip of his sword up my neck before stopping at the junction of neck and jaw. The pressure barely enough to draw blood but I still tilt my head up, bangs framing my face and heart hammering.
My lungs burn, my arms and legs are splattered with dried blood, both his and my own. I straighten up against the wall and, with dreading realization, curse my tattered backless dress.
As I struggle to stay upright in this position, knees on the floor and back against the cool wall, I hear a deep mocking chuckle.
He drags the point up to my chin, the action tilting my face towards his. We make eye contact and I glare at him hard, eliciting an amused smile from those annoyingly pink lips.
"This isn't the last time you'll be on your pretty little knees, kitten."
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Writing Prompts/Snippets
Randomstory starters, small snippets, etc. every once and a great while i write smth thats NOT fandom related and will post them on here this'll prolly have a few parts but theyre all short so Oh yeah, fair warning: HORNEE SHIT SOMETIMES SO BE PREPARED ig...
