Before my resolve can weaken, I charge toward him, shoving the blade deep into the flesh on his thigh. It makes a god-awful sucking noise as it pierces the tattooed skin, and bile rises in my throat. “Fuck, yes.” The man groans, wrapping an arm around my back before I have time to escape. With the other, he reaches down, gently wrapping around my hand still attached to the hilt of the blade in his thigh. Tightening his grip, he guides my wrist to the right, twisting the steel blade farther into his flesh. “Oh fuck,” he moans, his eye rolling to the back of his head as blood gushes from the
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Sir…u have smth to share w the class?🤨
