He likes hurting you—watching you writhe in pain as he poked and prodded at you with his skewers.

But he also liked when you'd hurt him back. A deep dark heat would bubble inside him.

“You’re so good for me.” He whispered into your ear as he traced the various cuts littered over your body. His fingerprints are smeared all over you in your blood. He smiled at you...at your pain.

But you loved it—and you loved him.