Playing With Fire

Playing With Fire

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My hands shake in their binds as he lifts the knife to the flame and twists it slowly. "This will only hurt a bit," he lies. He steps closer and places the knife at my shoulder, gently pressing it in a path down my arm, not hard enough to draw blood, but leaving a thin line burned from the heat. I bite back another scream, as I know it only brings him more satisfaction. He does the same to my other arm before moving the knife to my collar bones. The unexpected gush of blood causes me to gasp as he pushes the knife in deep enough to reach bone. He cuts along their outline, leaving my bones exposed. The sound of my own screams ringing through the air pushed the pain further. "You have lovely collarbones, Dove," he remarks while dragging his hand along one. The last thing I see before I lose consciousness is him leaving the room with a wistful sigh. ~~~ This is a horror short story, and I hope you give it a chance! Thanks for reading!
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I struggled and lashed out at him hoping to cause some, any damage at all that might allow me to escape, instead his grip tightened and a whimper escaped without my consent. His touch burned, or at least I imagined it burning, sizzling my skin until it was burnt to a crisp. He clawed down the back of my dress, shredding the lace fabric to bits as if it was paper, it floated to the ground like confetti, I looked at it in disgust, as if it was celebrating my exposure. The cold air of the store room nipped at my bare back, contrasting between the burning fire his touch inflicted. I felt sick. He was now shoving himself closer to me until it was impossible for me to move. I could hardly even breath. I was seeing red and I couldn't even do anything. I felt so helpless. Tears welled up in my eyes and they threatened to spill. I shut them tight wishing I had just stayed at home. Suddenly the pressure released. I could breath. Once again I was shocked and didn't know what was happening until I opened my eyes and saw the rogue getting up and looking to my right. I hadn't even noticed the large figure standing protectively next to me and so I was staggering away from him too. Power radiated from him making me feel safe and scared at the same time.

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