COLBY POV
I heard the familiar foot steps in my room, I knew what was going to happen. I saw Sam approaching my bed... With his razor blade.
My hands gripped the bed sheets, he put my hands in the handcuffs, this time I didn't fight it, I let him. He needed this, I understand that.
The cold silver blade touched my chest, I let out a surprised moan as he lightly brushed the blade over my skin, I closed my eyes as I felt Sam make the first cut, I let out a throaty moan. I opened my eyes to watch the crimson liquid pour out of the wound, Sam made five more cuts which to all I let out moans.
After his session, he took off the handcuffs, cleaned the wounds, then we cuddled as we fell asleep.
I really am crazy, aren't I?
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A/N: Colby you kinky fuck lmao
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Fanfiction"Is this okay?" Stockholm Syndrome Feelings of trust or affection felt in many cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim towards a captor.
