Blood dripped down your leg, " you're gonna stain my dress, Mister William " he stood up and wiped his knife clean on his shirt, " you're gonna stain my dress " he mocked, putting the blade back into his pocket. He made a quick pause and a smirk grew across his face. He bent down and got on his knees, licking the blood from your thigh. The gesture was surprising, to say the least. Thinking better of letting him peacefully have his fun, you added " So, you get on your knees often?" He stopped, promptly stood and gripped your throat harshly. He used his fingers to pry open your jaw, tilted your head back, and spat all the fresh blood into the back of your throat. That was hot. " Next time don't be such a little brat eh? Now swallow." He whispered, his voice rough. You did as you were told, swallowing the mix of your own blood and his saliva. " So obedient, hm darl'?" You felt your face flush red. God, did I just take orders from my fucking stalker?
