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Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[rollplayinghouse]

Are you...? Well you won't have to anticipate much longer.

[Another door opens, and she tosses Shrike down on something soft. She reaches out to the shackles and changes them so instead of her wrists being attached to her collar, they're attached to something else.

When she pulls off her blindfold it becomes obvious it is a bed. They are almost certainly in a love hotel room, though she has at least chosen one somewhat low key.]

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[softlyfalling]

[ ...as low key as any of these rooms get.

she tests the bonds, experimentally, and of course they hold; it's more for the show of it. ]

What's—what's all this...?

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[rollplayinghouse]

[Glory pulls down her mask, so her faint smile is visible.]

Are you comfortable...?

[Then she pulls a knife from somewhere in her coat before climbing onto the bed on her knees.]

I wouldn't want you to be in any pain until I cause it.

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[softlyfalling]

I'm... perfectly comfortable, but—

[ there's a little upwards tug at one side of her mouth, like she's trying to suppress a smile. ]

...what do you want from me?

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[rollplayinghouse]

...I wonder.

[Surely Glory is saying that to be mysterious and not because she didn't actually think of a motive for this kidnapping narrative.

She leaves it at that as she starts to pull Shrike's clothes open]

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[softlyfalling]

[ she sucks in a sharp breath, a quiet whine in the back of her throat, and squirms to the extent that she can against the sheets. ]

Ah—that's, that's really...

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[rollplayinghouse]

It's what...?

[Glory doesn't take any of Shrike's clothes off, which would be difficult anyway with her hands shackled, but she does undo her shirt enough to bare her chest and tug her pants down enough to see her underwear and the curve of her hips.

Once she has done that, she traces the tip of her knife over Shrike's stomach, with light pressure, just enough for a hairline scratch.]

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[softlyfalling]

Nnnnn—

[ she bites down on her lower lip, and reflexively tugs at the chains, which of course don’t give. ]

...hah, fuck, it’s—good.

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[rollplayinghouse]

Oh? You like that?

[She doesn't manage to make it sound surprised, her tone teasing.]

And it can heal you, too, right?

[At the end of the scratch she changes the angle of the knife to pierce directly into her skin, deeper.]

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[softlyfalling]

Hhh—it can, but, but that doesn't mean you can just—

[ she sucks in a sharp breath; it still hurts, even as the cuts seal themselves, but in an exhilarating kind of way. ]

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[rollplayinghouse]

[She withdraws the knife, turning it in her hand casually as she moves to straddle Shrike's leg so she can both hold her in place and get closer]

That doesn't mean I can just...?

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[softlyfalling]

[ she swallows hard, drawing in a shuddering breath. ]

...just... do... whatever you want?

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[rollplayinghouse]

Is that right...? It looks to me like I have you at my mercy and I can do anything I want to you, right now.

[She shifts the knife to the side so she can lean in to kiss where the wound was, open-mouthed against bare skin.]

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[softlyfalling]

[ she makes a fluttery little moan, arching into Glory's lips on her skin. ]

I guess you... really, really can.

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[rollplayinghouse]

That's right.

[She kisses her stomach again as she holds the flat of the blade to Shrike's side, under her ribs, turning it slowly so the edge bites into her skin.]

And I want to make you make some more noises like that.

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[softlyfalling]

Hhhh, that's... hard to resist...

[ she hisses a sharp intake of breath, tensing as she tries not to move too much. ]

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[rollplayinghouse]

[The blade cuts deep enough that a few drops of blood well up and run down her skin, even as Glory presses her tongue into Shrike's navel.]

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[softlyfalling]

[ she shivers, bodily, hips canting forwards against her, slightly, and makes a brief, sharp sound in the back of her throat in between shallow breaths— ]

Aah—nnn, it feels so...

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[rollplayinghouse]

[She moves the knife, but only up an inch or so to make another parallel cut, as her tongue drags slightly lower.]

So...?

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[softlyfalling]

[ she gives a shaky laugh; it's getting hard to actually stick to the loose roleplaying they have going on. ]

...........fuck, I'm really turned on.

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[rollplayinghouse]

[Glory lets out a light laugh in response, against her skin]

Well, that was the goal.

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[softlyfalling]

Thanks for indulging me, by the way, although it—does seem like you're also having fun...

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[rollplayinghouse]

...Of course. I like doing this sort of thing... not-seriously.

[raises her head slightly to look at her properly]

And I do really like seeing you like this.

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[softlyfalling]

Ah—

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...mm, and, I mean, er—you're... pretty hot, doing this.

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[rollplayinghouse]

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...Thank you. I'm... glad.