mwestbelle

Mikey cuts again, clinical but not quick--no, the slow drag of metal through flesh is so pointed he aches from it, cleaning the blade with long laps of his tongue that only leave him more wanting. A diagonal slice and then another--Gerard jerks a little, body reacting to the pain and trying to flee. Mikey growls, guttural and harsh, doesn't hesitate before tightening his grip on the knife and backhanding Gerard, hard--his cheek is sliced open, blood trailing down the side of his face. "I told you not to struggle."