Each snip undid her, thread by thread until she was sure he had opened her chest, revealing a rabbiting heart, and all her secrets. Everything he did symbolize, she was her possession. Vulture relished in playing her with unsaid words, everything about him a mystery to her.
'He will not be so cocky when I will discover his secrets. I would use those secrets to play the same game,'
Her core clenched at the thought of going head to head with Vulture in a battle of wills. She did not think she would win, but she did not care about it. In fact, she wanted him to win, to allow him to rule her just like she wanted him to.
With perfect control, he ran the pinpoint of a blade from her lower lip, down her neck, between her cleavage, to the top of her cotton shorts. Her skin got goosebumps as he pressed her gently. The blade puckered her skin but did not pierce.