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 .}