Pull me back under

It didn’t take much pressure to elicit the response he wanted. Between her coughing, she emitted an outcry through a shaky breath, gritting her teeth through the pain. Still, he was surprised to see her gaze still locked with his, unrelenting in her glare that was meant to stab daggers in his skin. At the mention of his knife, he was quick to respond. “Because I couldn't wait to have a taste!” He retorted through bared teeth, clenching his jaw out of anger. And the next words that came out of her mouth, completely unearthed him.

Death pact? What in the fuck was she talking about? “What?” He stammered, unable to put the pieces together in his head. Although there was confusion on his face, he didn’t move his body away from hers - in fact, he applied more pressure, shifting the majority of his weight on top of her. “What in the hell are you talking about?” Part of him was curious, but the majority of him was enraged by her statement. How dare she think that she had a say in this arrangement? Him choosing her was a choice he made. Deciding to have her as his Sidi was something he decided. Whatever death pact she spoke of was irrelevant in comparison.  

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