K A L O P S I A

TWENTY - NINE

"Are you willing to live for me?"
the shiny, sharp blade was nicking at her pearly skin
he pressed the metal a fraction harder against her
a single bead of blood popped out
"Yes, yes I am," she snivelled.

His cynical chuckle
cascaded down her shivering body
he dragged the blade upward
drawing a crimson line as he went

It took everything in the nightingale
to not burst into thunderous hysterics

"Why are you lying to me?"

He flipped her over onto her back
pressed the blade to her throat
she was surely going to die

Yet by some strange sympathy upon her
he began to lick the blood away
his tongue swirled lower and lower
whilst he held the blade tighter against her throat
keeping her still

"Should I kill you, nightingale?"
he reached the slippery cleft of her thighs
she thought she could shake her head
but opted for strained, coarse words
"N-No," she sniffed, "please don't."

Lifting his lips to her own
he gave her a mind-blowing exploration
of his mouth
laced with blood

"Are you afraid of me?"
he drew the blade away
sighing in relief
she shook her head
his grin widened
till his mouth appeared like a wound
on the angelic porcelain face

"You should be, little nightingale."
his hands wrapped themselves around her neck
and squeezed
"You should be oh so very, very afraid me."