There's nothing quite like the click as a knife snaps open. No matter where we are or what we are doing, that sound always brings me up short.
As the blade rests against my throat, my mind stills.
Thoughts slip away to the ache in my center as the knife slides lower
and the ache increases
my body melts under his touch.
As the blade slides between my legs, he warns me to stillness.
Instead of fighting the shaking of my body, I give into the tremors until they subside.
He knows how this goes
as he peeks into my soul
and everything outside of
and his blade
There are only two answers for every question: