His Toy, His Lover

"You can do it," He whispered in my ear, staring down at the man that was begging to escape back to the real world. My body shook, staring down the young man with fear; his eyes burning the same emotion back at me, I pressed the cold metal against his bare chest.

I earned a moan of pain from the boy and clapping from my lover. I stood watching myself slide the knife across his chest, blood slowly dripping down onto the floor. I watched as the young man cried out in pain, tears sliding down my cheek. I felt a hand touch my shoulder, the knife dropping to the floor.

"I told you, you can do it," He said before walking off and leaving me with the injured boy.