"Shall we begin?" you ask as the poor prisoner desperately shakes his head, his screams muffled by the gag around his lips. You smile.

"Which of these beauties should I start with? Hm, how about this one?" You pick up a smaller knife with a cruelly curved blade. It seems out of place in the hands of such an innocent-looking boy, until laughter begins to escape your mouth.

"Here are the rules: the louder you talk, the longer we drag this out. That will be your reward."

You begin to delicately cut the prisoner's forehead, blood trickling into his tightly squeezed eyes as he tries to keep his mouth shut. But this is no fun at all, and before long you're digging yourself deeper and longer into his flesh, and the prisoner cries out for mercy.

Then there's a metallic sound and the door slams open.

username*, stop!

You turn around and there are your gorgeous boyfriends, Khun panting and Viole slightly blushing from probably running up three flights of stairs from your office upstairs.

Angel, sighs Khun, exasperated. "

We needed more important information from him. Viole concluded.