[A sheaf of papers falls to the floor with a quiet rustle as his bad hand clumsily knocks into one of the piles. She'd pulled the knife out so quickly that he'd missed where she was storing it, and now he wonders what part of her body had warmed the no longer cold blade.]
Is this any way to treat your employer? [His voice is equally low, a soft rumble in his throat against the blade's discomfort. It's a minuscule movement, but he actually presses closer. He's only ever felt truly alive doing two things - fighting and fucking. Lately he hasn't been doing much of either, and the possibility of a fight, even one that's not life threatening, makes his blood run just as hot.] I dare you to slice me open.
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Is this any way to treat your employer? [His voice is equally low, a soft rumble in his throat against the blade's discomfort. It's a minuscule movement, but he actually presses closer. He's only ever felt truly alive doing two things - fighting and fucking. Lately he hasn't been doing much of either, and the possibility of a fight, even one that's not life threatening, makes his blood run just as hot.] I dare you to slice me open.