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"If you scream, love, things are going to get a little difficult." Ghostface said, although you couldn't see his lips when he wore that mask, the black mouth open in a silent scream and ghoulish, empty eyes. His knife, sharp and gleaming in the bedroom balcony light, passed through you's collarbone, a silent warning of what might happen if anything other than obedience came from you. Ghost, on the other hand, kept a firm, painful grip on the back of your head, exposing your neck to them.
The blade passed there too, so lightly and superficially that it barely touched your skin, but with each whimper that Ghosface heard, the pressure deliberately became stronger, just enough for a small, almost imperceptible hole to tear your body. Simon didn't take his eyes off your face, his head tilted slightly to the side. Deadly silent, he took the knife Ghostface held out to him, passing the handle through your lips. "Suck it. Unless you want to be fucked dry."
He waited until the sense of making it out alive from this cruel game hit your consciousness, and a grunt of satisfaction left him when you obediently sucked on the handle of the knife. Ghostface, on the opposite end of your body, whistled in approval, "Good slut." His hands went to your thighs, separating them firmly, to make it clear that it was better for you to remain like that, submissive. "Gimme' that." With a gesture, he motioned to Ghost that he wanted the knife back, and having it in hand, he tore off what little was left of your clothes before finally arriving at your entrance.
The saliva from your mouth lubricating the handle of the knife lightly brushed your entrance before Ghostface slowly forced the material inside, and even as his patience wore thin, he waited until your body relaxed the slightest before he began to move in and out, careful so that the blade didn't cut you, while Ghost unbuttoned his equipment pants, taking his hard cock out and guiding it to your lips. "Open that fuckin' mouth."
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