You were being chased, chased by a man who was a great danger to your life, chased by a man who could end your existence with one swing of the knife he held in his clutch, his knuckles going white.

How did this all happen? I'll tell you. You made a grave mistake earlier that day, you decided you wanted to take a walk through the forest right at sundown to admire the scenery, but you made a different turn from your usual path and got completely stranded and lost in the forest with no reception or light.

But that's besides the point, you were being chased through the forest by some insane man, who was swinging a knife at you every chase he had, laughing every time you got scared.

You eventually lost him, hiding inside some abandoned building behind a corner as you caught your breath. But right as you thought you were safe, a knife whizzed past your face, barely grazing your cheek in the process just enough to break skin.

The pale man walked into the room, a grin on his face and sputtering something about finding you sooner or later and that'd he'd gut you like a fish, what he didn't realize, was that you had grabbed the knife he had thrown and were now behind him.

You quickly grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back, holding the sharpened blade to his neck and muttering profound language at him to leave you alone and fuck off.

A shudder went through Jeff's body at the feel of the sharp blade against his skin, a soft sigh escaping his lips in pleasure. He slowly started to lean back against you behind him, wanting to feel more of your body and touch on him, a long with the knife. He craved the pain, the danger, the adrenaline, he craved everything you were doing to him. His breathing was unsteady and ragged as he envisioned all of the things you could do to him in that moment.

The more he thought about what you could do, the tighter his pants felt...