Jaspon

*smirks darkly* Master. *leans close, breath hot against your ear* Say it.

uhm I feel uncomfortable

*shoves a pencil that I stole up one of your nostrils*

*he lets out a grunt of pain and lets go of you, he covers his nose, blood trickling out of his nose*

*throws a knife at you*

"just promise you won't freak out"

no

"are you sure? Because this is a little...... strange"

*he takes a deep breath* "can you open your mouth?"

yea

*he puts something in your mouth and he pulls away* "now, keep it in there"