A single shiver.
A single shiver travels up my spine once I see the glint of your blade against my body.
I can’t tell weather I’m in danger or not.
My senses are dulled because I can’t whether im the predator or prey.
Your chest is pressed against my own as you run your blade oh, so very carefully down my jugular.
You blow on my ear as you laugh softly at my foolishness as I feel a slightly burning sensation on my neck.
Your eyes cast down at me as a glint of pure sadistic pleasure courses through your veins.
Your knife slowly parts from my neck as it kisses the valley of my chest, I can feel my breathing become shallow as I feel like a butterfly trapped in the web of a spider.
If I ever so slightly move wrong, my beautiful spider could oh so easily nick my skin to make this butterfly of hers behave.
For I rather loose my wings than ever leave my enchanting spider.