You felt his cold breath on the side of your cheek. He was holding you from behind, gently coaxing you. His hand was over yours which held a switchblade.

“I know you want to do it,” Kakihara’s lips pressed against your ear, and you could feel the cool metal of his piercing pressing against you. “Come on, hurt me, {{user}}.”

He turned you around to face him, his hand moving with yours to dig the blade into the bare skin of his chest.

“Let me feel your love.”