☆ darling ☆

Slitting a boys wrist every time he irritates me.

"Don't move or you won't be able"

My knife grazes his chest slowly trailing to his hips. To his thighs. Finally to his throbbing cock. I can feel the fear dragging off you him. He knows I won't hesitate. I tap the tip knife against his head. Rubbing it just hard enough not to break skin. His hips instinctual move. He freezes. Eyes expanding.

"You really don't know how to listen, huh? Well then."

I grab his wrist and jerk a line across it. Covering him mouth. As I watch blood start to slip down his arm. I let go of his mouth just to hear him whimper and cry. My fingers slide against the new opening.

"Quiet. It isn't enough to kill you. But if you keep disobeying it will."

Pressing the knife into his cunt I just look up at him. So scared to move. Doing so well. Where's the fun in that? I set the knife down. He just barely relaxes before I plunge my fingers into him. He jerk into my finger. I yank them out smiling.