"We like our sins tainted in a little crimson." Feeling the tip of something cold and sharp dragging up my chest, making its way toward my throat. I whimpered when one tightened the clamps, making everything heightened. "I want to feel your blood coating my hands, I've always wanted to know what shade of red it would be... maybe scarlet or burgundy, or it could be as red as a rose." Pulling against the chains as an euphoric feeling washed over me, warm liquid leaked from my neck, hearing the other men inhale sharply. Feeling his hair tickling my neck as he leaned forward, bending down to my ear. "Red as a rose." ✡︎✝︎✡︎ THIS IS A DARK ROMANCE, AS WELL AS A REVERSE HAREM. READ THE DISCLAIMER.