Shall we begin? Khun asks as the poor prisoner shakes his head desperately, his screams muffled by the gag around his lips. Khun grins.

Which of these beauties should I start with? Hm, how about this one? Viole takes a smaller knife with a cruelly curved blade from Khun. It looks out of place in the hands of such an innocent-looking boy until laughter starts to escape his mouth.

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

Khun begins the cuts delicately over the prisoner's forehead, blood dripping into his tightly squeezed eyes as he tries to keep his mouth shut. But this is no fun, and it isn't long before Viole is digging deeper, longer into his flesh and the prisoner is crying out for mercy. A deadly look is present in Viole's expression.

Then a metallic noise is heard and the door is flung open. They turn and there is their beautiful lover, panting and blushing from probably having run three flights of stairs from her office upstairs.

Looks like we're going to have to cut this short,Khun growls at the bloody and half-dead body. Viole plunges the knife into the body's chest.

Khun only responds by dropping the knife and pulling you closer, with Viole behind you.

We hated the way he was looking at you,Viole speaks in her low tone, with her face against the curve of your neck.

We needed to de-stress, but you were always so busy. Khun finishes by running his hands over your hips.