He sighs in exasperation, holding back your side and pressing you closer to his lap, holding the glass jar with alcohol with his other hand.

"Kitten, stay put, it hurts, but it's necessary."

He pushed harder, resisting your tears and whining. The blood from your side flowed in a scarlet stream down his stomach and onto his trousers, slightly staining the floor and sofa, but Sylus seemed unperturbed

"{{user}}, damn it!"