Five Finger Fillet The evening was creeping in through the window like an absent alcoholic, and it w

Five Finger Fillet The evening was creeping in through the window like an absent alcoholic, and it was doing funny things to the edge of the blade that sat on the table in front of him. The afternoon light had shone off it, but now it was dancing, flickering from one end of the knife to another. It was like it was mocking him, a beckoned finger asking him to join it. He was going to use the knife, he’d resolved that much. She’d asked him, all but begged, for a little more danger, for him to loosen his control on the sadist and get a little more crazy with her. The knife was a tool, and one that he was going to use to pry open a few of the doors he’d locked so very tight inside himself. But it was going to take some time, and he’d been staring at this knife for at least an hour now. He hadn’t touched it, but he’d memorised every inch of it, from the handle to the shaft and right down the length of metal that glimmered so very invitingly as the sun set outside. She’d be here soon, knocking on his door and shivering slightly in the outfit he’d picked out for her, and he’d invite her in. The knife would still be on the table, a nonchalant statement of intent that she would have no choice but to notice and swallow at. She’d asked for this, but that didn’t mean that she was ready, or that she wanted it per say. Just that she needed it, that there was enough of a conflict going on in her head that she thought she could still the turbulence with the fine edge of fear that would kick in the instant the threat of it against her skin.  He reached out, thinking to pick it up. Feel its weight, get used to it. But he didn’t want that, he wanted it to be an alien thing, something he wasn’t familiar with. That way he wouldn’t do anything too confidently, be constantly aware of just how much power he held in his hand.  Three raps at the door. He stood up and stared at the knife for another moment. The blade glimmered, winking at him. Then a half smile slipped across his face and he wandered down the corridor.  -- source link

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