Knife Play

Author's Note: warning for blood, yandere shit and biting. i hate this show.

Winona’s eyes widened as Dilton’s knife glinted maliciously in the low light of his bunker. Ice water pulsed through her veins. Her pupils shrank into pinpricks as his crooked lips cracked into an almost maniacal smile.

“Dillypop, c’mon,” she whispered. “We don’t... We don’t have to get crazy.”

A dark laugh escaped him as the flat of the blade scraped against her brown skin. The tip threatened to pierce her brown flesh. His eyes glinted like his knife as he watched her breath quicken. “Not so mouthy now, huh?” Another laugh slipped past his lips before he captured hers. “I don’t get you, Winona. You think gun stuff is hot but can’t handle a little knife?”

She squirmed under him as both the blade and his lips traced along her pulse. It didn’t matter to her that it was just a little pocket one instead of the more intimidating hunting knife that hung in the eating area of the bunker. Sharp stuff just wigged her out! A hiss escaped her as he bit her neck and suckled hard. The teen squirmed as his teeth sank into her flesh and his tongue traced along the small indents once he pulled away.

“You like me, right?” he asked, his voice hoarse and barely above a whisper.

“...Yeah?” Winona whispered, unable to tear her eyes away from the blade. “You know I wouldn’t put up with any of your weird shit if I didn’t. I mean that.”

He relaxed against her. The knife slipped from his fingers and slid onto the bed. Winona tensed as she swore she could feel the tip catch itself on her fishnet top. She swallowed. Hesitantly, she raised her arms to wrap around her sort-of boyfriend. Her fingers shook as they ran through his inky black hair.

“...I think I could love you, honestly,” she added.

It was Dilton’s turn to tense in her embrace. His breathing grew heavier as his muscles tensed and trembled. She continued to brush his hair and along his face. Finally, she lifted up his face from her chest as she craned her head off the thin mattress and stole his lips. They stayed that way for a long minute before he pulled away with something shining in his dark eyes.

“You mean that?”

She rolled her eyes. “I said what I said.”

His lips quirked into a smirk. “Prove it to me.”

“Sure,” Winona said with a smirk of her own. He probably wanted sex like usual. It was whatever. “Whatever you want.”

The boy scout leader shoved her flat against the mattress. His eyes shone dangerously as he reached for the knife and lifted it up. Panic shot through her system as the knife sliced through her clothes. The nylon fishnets easily splitting apart before getting caught on her bra and tube top. It snagged against her bare breast. She didn’t know whether to scream and thrash or freeze completely. Her voice was caught inside her throat as ice water once again ran through her body.

“Come on,” he muttered as the cool metal bit into her chest, just above the top of her left breast and under her shoulder. “Don’t be like that. Here... Bite this.”

The ring and middle fingers of his left hand shoved themselves into her drooling maw. Wordlessly, Winona bit down on them. “Leave your mark, Winnie.” he winced through gritted teeth. “Just like I’ll leave my mark on you.”

Sloppily, the edge of his pocket knife dug into her soft brown skin and sliced through the layers of skin there. Her flesh split apart as it plunged an inch into her muscle. Blood rushed from the shallow wound. Winona’s muffled cries rang through the bunker and bounced off the concrete walls. Tears stung at her eyes and ruined her immaculate makeup and glitter as watery ink rolled down her face. Her head spun as she bit down harder and harder onto Dilton’s fingers. The sharp corners of her canines and molars dug into his flesh and bone. A hiss tore itself from his throat as he pulled the knife down in a straight line.

Ragged breaths fell from his mouth as he pulled the knife away and then plunged the knife in again. His hand trembled as she squirmed under his knife and forced the blade to make even more jagged motions. The scent of iron flooded her senses as she chomped on his digits. His dirty nails scraped against her gums as saliva and eventually blood overflowed from her mouth. She coughed and sputtered as he pulled out and repeated the motion twice more. Warm, sticky blood gushed from the shallow wounds and rolled down her body in crusting crimson trails.

Another huff escaped the bespectacled young man as he sat back up on her hips. That dangerous shine continued to twinkle in his eyes as he stared down at her ruined appearance. Her makeup was positively ruined. Blood oozed from the shallow cuts—four slices that made up the letters “DD”— and rolled down her chest and sides and pooled under her back. The flashy top she wore was destroyed too. He’d have to send her home in tatters or something from the stash of clothes under the bed. Not only had he marked her, hopefully for life, he would hopefully be the only person to see her in such a state.

Dilton pulled his fingers from her mouth. His fingers throbbed as blood gushed from the shallow wounds around his ring finger. Pain ebbed in both of their bodies. He smiled as he admired the ring shaped wound around his digits.

“See that, Winona?” he whispered. “It’s like a wedding ring.”

“...Fucking weirdo,” she spat, trying to ignore the heat thudding between her thighs.