[rakes her eyes over him, musing briefly, then starts to circle. the first cut comes without further preamble than that, a long, straight, shallow gash across his back, whip quick, like she's getting his attention]
[he is apparently not expecting that at all. His breath catches and his whole body goes suddenly tense, but he doesn't move. After a second he makes an effort to breathe evenly and start to force his body to relax]
[when he starts to relax, she lays the tip of the blade against his spine, just below the belt, letting him feel the weight of the blade but not breaking the skin. there's just enough pressure on the tip to raise a welt as she draws it down the center of his back]
[lets it go when it's clear she's got the message and sits up, back to the wall. He reaches up and undoes his limiter, relaxing a little when he feels the wounds on his back knit up immediately]
[shifts her weight back slightly, telegraphing that she's not a threat; otherwise doesn't question it, letting him decide what he wants to do from there]
[calms down pretty fast with the limiter off and then is just awkward. It feels like he should say something but most of the candidates for things to say aren't really things he wants to. Eventually he tries the most practical option]
We can try that again, just don't - [didn't quite think this sentence through, now he has to work out how to end it]
[starts again with a new tactic, laying the tip of the knife to his back and letting it sink into his skin, then dragging it in a smooth line across his upper back and shoulder]
[when she reaches the end of the stroke, she lifts the blade only briefly, rolling it between her fingers and starting a new line just under his deltoid and extending down his back]
[the mix of sharp pain and thrumming pleasure is already starting to do its job. He's still quiet, but it's increasingly hard to control that or even rememember why he wanted to in the first place]
[probably wouldn't notice even if she was at this point. By the time she's done, there are small sounds escaping him with every exhale. But he's quite still and his body remains surprisingly relaxed]
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Stop.
[there's a definite note of uneasiness in his voice]
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We can try that again, just don't - [didn't quite think this sentence through, now he has to work out how to end it]
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[it's a question, or maybe a suggestion. her tone is neutral]
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Don't toy with me.
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[finally, she'll speak up]
I can do that, if you want to try again. Are you sure that's what you want?
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[reaching up to buckle the collar back on again]
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Last guy drew a picture. I think.
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Ready?
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[breathing slow and even, almost meditative]
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