“You should be careful my hands could slip,” he said with a smile. The knife dragged along her exposed inner thigh and she froze.
The girl at the end of the bar, in the beret, reading a book. She passes you a note. “I live very close by. Are you still up for a fight? You could hit me. I would like that.”
An app that lets people into consensual non-consent plan dirty little affairs. A map, an unlocked door, an invitation.
She wanted to play his videogame, but in return she agreed to play his other game. The game where she sits on his face.