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>You drop the kitchen knife, the noise it makes as it clatters to the floor interrupts the silence
>It's mostly for theatrics anyways, you didn't slice yourself too deep, and it's really just one side of your pointer finger
>It does hurt, and you want it to bleed enough that he thinks its serious, but you're definitely trying to sell it worse than it seems

>"Ah, ow, god that"
>"Ah, dangit, Sprout I-I'm..."
>"Sprout, I made a mistake here can you come-"
>You turn to where he was standing, and he's already begun rushing over to you
>"Anon! Anon are you alright, is it bad, did you..."
>You see his pupils go wide as he stares at your finger, little blood droplets falling
>"Anon, you're bleeding... here let me see that.", he goes to grab your hand, inspecting your cut
>God, he cares so much for you
>...
>Wait a second
>His mouth, it's so close to your... blood
>Your heart starts racing, and your breathing gets quicker
>"Anon... just stay calm here alright, trust me this isn't as bad as it looks, we'll get you all fixed up i..."
>Your blood, has he ever tasted your blood?
>You'd love to taste his, consensually of course, you'd never hurt him
>Maybe... maybe he'd
>Maybe he'd like a taste of yours?
>You'd be so much closer to one another...
>A-And if he doesn't like it then, maybe he'd look at you even worse this time
>You'd be filth... so low and terrible
>Maybe... maybe he'd hurt you...
>God...

>All of a sudden, you're so sure of yourself, willing to take this bet
>W-What could it hurt!
>"Anon, let's get you pa-"
>Quickly, you shove your bleeding finger into his mouth, unable to hide the mania plastered on your face