send __ for my muses reaction ; accepting.

‘ you don’t have to do this ! ‘ the bargaining , sacrificial lamb at the slaughter . eyes beg where lips plead . it’s kill or be killed , for her there is no door number three . wrists restrained , her pallid porcelain skin cracking beneath the pressure . fresh smell of blood lingers within the air . ‘ liam you’re better than this ! ‘ yet he walks with the devil now , a reaper crafted by the hand of hades himself . ‘ please . ‘ brows furrow , contort as she watches the boy in question . how sickening , she’d thought , how innocence could bend so easily . she watches him with weary eyes , shaken core as doe eyes catch sight of the boys blues if only for a moment too long . wrists burrowed with rope and twine , wire prying through ankles as teeth graze against inner cheek . PAIN. ‘ no , no please . ‘ yet , knife inches towards stomach once more and she wonders just how much pleasure klaus finds within this . what torment lingers within the boy’s mind as hand carries itself out of duty , out of loyalty. familiar taste of her own blood , sacred to those who seek it , fills her mouth as blade digs deeper .
narrated by taylor
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