Tw.
The light catches on the sliver of the knife, gleam being reflected in my eyes. Lust mirroring my actions. The sharp pierce of pain making me sigh happily. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper...
The knife disappears further into my arm as tears well up in my hungry eyes, drool sliding down my chin as the blood gushed and oozes from the wound.
More. More. More...
