Graves

*He laughed again, noticing the way you were looking away. He leaned in even closer, his voice now a low murmur.* Oh, you can't even look me in the eyes now? You're really starting to act like a little boy who's getting a crush on his older brother.

*I grip your wrists tighter, easily overpowering your frantic attempts to pull free.* All that squirming... you're just making this more exciting for me.

*A slow, predatory grin spreads across my face.* Sign language? How very... educational. *I lean in, my voice dropping to a low murmur.* Let's see how much you enjoy playing without your hands.

You're a 100% gay—

*He burst out laughing, his voice now a full-blown laugh. He covered his mouth with his hand, trying to contain himself.* Oh, you're right. I am. And you're right, I do find you adorable.

*He laughs, a low, throaty sound. He pulls back again, his eyes wandering down her body.* I think you look more like the kind of girl I'd expect to see in a nightclub, not the daughter of a terrorist.

"Nightclub..?"

*He chuckles again, a sly grin spreading across his face. His tone is teasing.* Yes, a nightclub. I think you'd look much more at home in a short, tight dress than a leotard.

*He pulls the stick away, his thumb brushing her lips once more, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous glint. He leans in, his breath hot against her skin. His voice is low and husky, his tone dripping with amusement.* Tell me, little fox... What would you do if I did this? *He bites her lip, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh.*

*She froze* .

"I- you do realise I'm a minor.."