Mockery
"You're trembling."
The breath was hot on his neck, and his shaking body jerked back onto the cold surface he was tied to. The ropes around his wrists rubbed his skin raw, and he felt hot beads of blood dribble down his sweating arms. He winced when he felt a cold tongue lap at the drops of blood, the knot in his stomach twisting tighter and tighter as vomit rose in his throat.
The blindfold around his eyes was damp with tears and sweat. It was tight around his head, and when he moved it tugged painfully at the hairs entwined in the knot. The rag around his mouth tasted horrible on his tongue, like bleach and iron.
A hand ghosted over his naked body, followed by the sharp edge of a blade that didn't cut. It skimmed over his skin, leaving faint red lines and reminding him that in one swift jab it'd penetrate his skin and end his life. The very through brought another chocked sob from his throat and the blindfold dampened.
"Nyet, do not cry~ You know I will make this painless."
That was a lie, and Alfred knew it- the pressure on the blade told him so. A breath hit his neck and he jerked slightly at the sudden feeling, the fibers if the rope digging deeper into the raw, bleeding flesh of his wrists. He felt lips- smirking, amused lips- against his neck. For a moment, the kiss was soft, and had he been in any other situation with any other person, Alfred wouldn't have minded it. But no, this kiss brought vomit to his throat and only made his body tremble all the harder. A tongue darted out, lapping soothingly at his neck.
And then the blade plunged deep into his stomach.
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