"Your so cute when your bleeding~" Mic kept the knife against your neck, blushing Your heart raced as Mic's words sent chills down your spine. You could feel the cold metal of the knife against your skin, and your mind raced with fear and confusion. Mic's grip on the knife tightened, and you could see the look of obsession in his eyes. "I just can't help myself," he whispered. "You're so perfect, so pure. I want to keep you all to myself."