Cut Me Some Slack Origin の小説・ストーリー

“They know we’re onto them.” I felt a chill run down my spine. Whoever it was… they were smart. And fast. “Cut the power to the east corner,” Slade ordered. “Right now.” “What? That could crash the whole station,” Damon protested. “It’s worth the risk,” Slade snapped. “Do it.” Damon nodded and ran to the control box. A second later, the lights in the east corner blinked out.

"I want to make cuts on you." He starts digging the pointy edge of knife deeper into my skin. "No! Please don't!! What are you doing?!" I scream in pain, it feels like my back is going numb. He glares at me and slowly sinks in the pointy edge of knife deeper and deeper in my skin, while giggling like a psychopath. I could hear the sound of my skin cutting open, hot blood spills onto my back; he drags the knife, making the cut longer. I groan in pain and cry begging him to stop but he doesn’t, it feels like he is finding this amusing. "So pretty." He leans down and licks the cut.