In the Hands of Sin - Choose Your Own Adventure!

I'm Sorry

"I'm sorry," you force out, afraid to upset him more. He loosens his grip but doesn't let go of your face.

"For what? You've done a whole lot of nothing." Keeping ahold of you, he reaches into his pocket with his free hand, pulling out a switchblade. He lifts your head and holds it to your neck.

"Want me to make you talk to me?" Sin huffs, eyebrows furrowed.

"No, please, I'm sorry. What do you want me to say?" You struggle to stay standing, big red blotches cover your legs. Sin walks to the corner where several folded chairs stand and carries one over. Sitting down before you in the backwards facing chair, he rests his arms on the back of the chair and smiles at you.

"I want to know what you like. Tell me what you like, now." He looks up at you, continuing to smile, his leg shaking anxiously. Was he nervous? Is this his first time doing this? Your head flurries with thoughts and you worry that he's done worse than you can imagine.

"You asked me if I liked animals before and I said yes. I like bunnies. They're one of my favorite animals," your voice shakes with every word, "and I like cooking." Those were the only things you could think to say. They were simple and couldn't possibly make him aggravated.

"You sound like a male housewife. Would you cook for me?" he asks with no specific tone, which relieves you.

"Yes! I would definitely do that!" you force a smile and re-adjust your shoulders, trying to hint to him that you're not comfortable being tied up.

"Are you lying so I don't hurt you?" his smile vanishes and your fake smile goes with it.

"No, of course not, I would cook for you."

"I don't believe you." He stands up and heads over to the workbench, looking through some of the drawers. You start to beg him not to hurt you, that uncontrollable shake returning. He walks over to you with his hand behind his back.

"Please, STOP FUCKING REPEATING YOURSELF," Sin snaps at you, "Do you... like me?" he asks, sounding insecure. You stay silent and dryly gulp, afraid he will know you're lying. He steps closer and closer until he's inches away from your face. Finally taking his hand from behind his back, he reaches behind you, not letting you see what's in his hand.

"Sin, please, don't hurt me." You say as calmly as you possibly can. To your surprise, he cut your restraints. They fall from your wrist and you take your hands out from behind you, feeling relieved. Still afraid of what he'll do, you stand there.

"I don't want to hurt you right now," he says in a soft tone, taking your hands and putting them on his waist. You jerk away without thinking and your eyes widen when you realize what you've just done.

"I- I'm sorry, I can't-" you say those few words before he covers your mouth.

"Do you think I'm untouchable? Revolting? Because of what I do?" his eyebrows furrow once again as he lifts your shirt and pushes his blade against the middle of your upper stomach. You grasp onto his clothes as sin cuts a shallow incision into your stomach, dragging the blade down and leaving a perfect bloodied line in the middle. Tears form in your eyes and he notices how you're grasping onto him for stability. A smile grows across his face as he digs the knife gently into your side. You continue to dig your fingers into his back. After the cut is done, you look up at his face, terrified to see that he's getting some form of pleasure out of this. Tears drop onto your shirt as they run down your face.

"Stop crying before I do it again." He steps back and your slide down into a sitting position, holding your torso in pain.

"It stings, sin," you whine and look at him in the eyes.

"You're barely bleeding. You're just scared," he turns around before quickly turning back to you in thought, "or maybe you just want my attention. do you want my attention?"

"I want you to stay here. Please." You continue to shiver. You aren't going to make the mistake of trying to escape when he's giving you mercy so you might as well try to get along with him as much as possible. Blood is seeping through your thin, white shirt. He looks down at it and puts his fingers against the cut on your side. You wince in pain as he puts pressure on it.

"Take your shirt off." He waits for you.

Take your shirt off?

YES - go to Bare

NO - go to Not Naked, Still Afraid