Forever in your skin

Sephiran held out the blade for her to see- to try and be extra intimidating she guessed. It left her uneasy, though she ultimately resigned herself to the fact that whatever he was going to do with it wouldn’t be the fatal blow she longed for. It was the sudden weight on her dislocated leg that made her scream.

When he pressed the point of the blade to the skin of her inner thigh, she gasped in the shock of it. Though in exploiting her obvious weakness- she could barely flex her toes. She kicked out with her functioning hind leg once more as she tried to prop herself up to see what he was cutting- though she was promptly shoved back to the ground. His grip on her swollen limb tightened, and she yelped. Forcing herself to lay still as she processed what was happening. Though even still, as her mind raced, she couldn’t make sense of it. She was no stranger to the cut of a blade- she needed her own blood for ceremonies all the time. Though, clearly that wasn’t what Sephiran’s intentions were. The longer her torment went on, the more tightly she clenched her teeth. She flexed her nails into the sand as her entire body went rigid. Only when he withdrew the knife, did she gasp for air.

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