"Should I cut you down here, and leave McCoy to clean up the mess of you?" Pike's words were whispered promises, unveiled threats that slid into the ear like poison. "I have no doubt the doctor's wrung some pleasure out of this skeletal body in his own fashions..." He let his voice trail, letting Kirk's mind fill with thoughts.
He moved his other hand as he loosened his grip, just enough to allow Kirk to continue to stay conscious, and grasped the dagger at his side. The sound of dagger leaving sheath was barely a breath on the air, and he turned it so that the point rested just above Kirk's thigh where the flesh beneath was most sensitive. "He doesn't require this to take his pleasure, nor does anyone else." The point of the dagger moved to center itself above Kirk's groin, just enough pressure behind it to be felt.
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Date: 2010-01-20 08:18 pm (UTC)He moved his other hand as he loosened his grip, just enough to allow Kirk to continue to stay conscious, and grasped the dagger at his side. The sound of dagger leaving sheath was barely a breath on the air, and he turned it so that the point rested just above Kirk's thigh where the flesh beneath was most sensitive. "He doesn't require this to take his pleasure, nor does anyone else." The point of the dagger moved to center itself above Kirk's groin, just enough pressure behind it to be felt.