I drag the knife down her throat and stop above her heart. “Would you fight me right now?” I ask curiously, as I dig the tip in enough to break the skin. A drop of blood forms where my blade meets her flesh. “Would you try to stop me?” “No,” she replies instantly, arching up and pressing the blade deeper as she groans. “I would let you.” “You would, wouldn’t you?” I whisper, as I lift my head and press my forehead to hers. “You would let me kill you.” “I would.” She nods, licking my lips. “I would die with a smile on my face.”
