Trigger warning: Knifeplay, Bloodplay, R18
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I was standing in the full-length wall mirror na nandito sa kwartong ginagamit ko sa bahay ni Nikolaj. I had just taken a quick bath and I was trying to see in the mirror the wound that Nikolaj had inflicted on me. I was wearing a spaghetti top and my pajamas. Nakatalikod ako sa salamin and I turned my head to see the cut on my skin. I felt it with my fingertips at nag-iinit na agad ako kapag naaalala ko ang ginawa noon ni Nikolaj.
And there, just on my left shoulder blade, was the cut where I couldn't recognize the writings. I trailed every letter with my fingertips and it looked like it was a bunch of letter n with a big letter H at the beginning.
Николай
There was a 'ko' in the writings too so I was getting that it was really his name in Russian. Napangiti ako, thinking that he had already branded me as his.
Dinama ko pa ulit ang bawat letter, it was starting to scar now. Some of the scabs were taken off when I scrubbed myself earlier in the bath. I couldn't wait for it to be a scar. I bet it'd look so hot on my skin.
Damn it... I never thought that I would like to get cut this much. Sa tingin ko pa nga ay gusto ko pa ulit iyong gawin ni Nikolaj. I wanted him to cut me again too.
I think something was wrong with me. I was scared of blood but when Nikolaj drew his knife and dripped his blood on my body before and he even forced me to lick it, it gave me pleasure. The thought of Nikolaj cutting my skin made me feel extremely hot, even though I had just taken a quick bath. Nikolaj made the thing I hated the most before into something I now love.
"What are you doing?"
Napalingon ako sa may pintuan at nakitang nakasandal sa hamba ng pinto si Nikolaj with his arms crossed in front of his chest. He looked as if he was having a photoshoot there with his intimidating aura even though he was just standing so casually, watching me with his piercing dark eyes.
I smiled at him seductively and motioned for him to come near me with a wiggle of my forefinger. He just chuckled, and he put his hand inside the side pockets of his pants as he walked near me. Mabilis akong humarap sa salamin and he placed himself behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist as he kissed my shoulder blades with a wet kiss. Mas lalo tuloy nag-init ang nararamdaman ko.
I leaned my weight on him as he placed his chin on one of my shoulders. I craned my neck to give him more space as I looked at the reflection of us in the mirror.
"I was trying to look at my cuts," I said. "You said it's your name in Russian?"
"Uh-huh." He kissed the wounded part of my skin, even licking it and I whimpered in pleasure that I was already feeling. Kanina pa noong inaalala ko pa lang kung paano ako sinugatan ni Nikolaj.
"It looks good on me," I almost moaned as Nikolaj kept licking that part, trailing the letters with the tip of his tongue.
"I look good on you," he said as he tried to suck on my cut. There was a mixture of pain as he did so at napatingala na lang ako at sinubukang huminga dahil hindi na yata ako makakuha ng hangin nang maayos dahil sa ginagawa n'ya.
"I want to carve my name on your skin too," paungol kong sabi. His hands were now stroking my flat tummy.
"You can, Xanthe... Do it."
He reached something behind him at ipinakita n'ya iyon mula sa harapan ko. The blade flipped up. It had a wooden handle. It was a small knife, the same one he used to inflict his cuts on me. He pressed the blade right against my neck and I tensed up with fear and pleasure that assaulted me.
