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you gasp, loudly, the beat of your heart thrums in your ears so hard it makes you dizzy, making it near impossible to stay glued to the wall just how dex instructed you to

"thats it" dex answers with a little muffled and proud laugh, his voice sounds reverent, "so fucking brave huh?" the words have barely escaped his mouth before you hear not one, but two consecutive sharp and ear splitting stabs hitting the plaster

one of dex's knifes landed right in between your knees, the other just above it, your only slightly spread thighs posing no notable obstacle for dex to aim at the small empty space in the middle

when you inevitably turn to look at the blades in shock of their proximity to your center dex is quick to throw a fourth knife right above your head, making you straighten up with a stunned jolt

he chuckles at your full body reaction, you see how his eyes crinkle with humor, "eyes up here remember? need you to trust me"

"i trust you dex, more than anyone" you answer, because you do, but your voice is already flooded with something heated and needy that breaks the steady volume of your words half way

clearly, this little game of yours has got you pliant and agreeable, and just as riled up as he is

"dont push it baby" he mocks with an easy laugh, right before he brings out another blade from his holster to twirl idly between his fingers

dex prolongs the tension, making your breathing come out in loud huffs with the fight or flight response battling to take over your body, the expectation almost too much to bare

its not until you're whining out a "dex, please-" that you see how his biceps have retracted with the slingshot of his weapon, the fifth knife hitting on the other side of your head just to even things out

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"you were so fucking good" dex groans shakily into your mouth, having trouble keeping his cool and poignant rhythm as he fucks you against the very wall he was holding you captive only a few moments ago

the five blades remain stuck on the drywall around you, a reminder of the blinded trust you placed on him, it makes his pace all the more brutal against you, his obsessive streak growing by the second

"dex, please-" you say again, not sure what you're even asking for really, for him to slow down? for him to speed up? to maybe grab one of the knifes that frame you both and use it to rip at your remaining clothes?

your hands grab at the strap of his brown leather chest holster, for balance but also to bring him impossibly closer so you can kiss and bite at his mouth, diving your tongue in like its the only way you'll taste the adrenaline and want oozing from his body

"had i known you were into this shit-" he grits out, his face twisted in agony with how close he already is to spilling inside you "i would be chasing you down with them by now, have you running from me-"

the both of you viscerally moan at his words, the picture he paints is far too vidid than what either of you were prepared for

the mere idea of what he's suggesting, dex stalking after you, suited as he is right now, using his sharp weapons to stop you from running from him, as if you were his prey, its enough to make you teeter towards the edge of a mind destroying finish