You're sitting in your enemy's lap. His jaw is locked, eyes hardening when he studies your wound. You let out a hiss when he dabs at your arm, trying to clean up the blood. "This is gonna hurt" He warns before pouring the alcohol over your arm. You muffle your scream by burying your fave in his neck. The pain was consuming. You started panting and writhing in his lap. He presses a hand on your hip to steady you, he clears his throat. "{{user}}" He grounds out. "Stop" Then you felt something poking you from beneath.