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Miles and I sat in his room, Texas Chainsaw Massacre playing on the tv. I tried my best not to jump as Miles's dick was inside me and a sharp blade was being held to my throat. "You're such a good girl." He whispered, kissing the side of my head. "A-am I?" I whispered. "Very good." He answered.

There was a loud noise and I jumped. Miles groaned and a stinging sensation ripped through my neck. I quickly put my hands to the skin, tears spilling down my cheeks. Miles sighed and pushed me off. He pulled his pants up and grabbed my hand. I followed him in the bathroom where he quickly sat me down on the toilet.

"You're bleeding all over one of my nice shirts and I didn't even touch a major artery so don't act like you're dying because you aren't."

I bit my lip and he turned around. "Move your hands doll." I pulled my hands away and Miles pushed me further back on the toilet. "Sit still now kitten." He whispered. I winced as he dabbed rubbing alcohol against the cut. "You're okay." He muttered. "Don't tilt your head up." He whispered. I looked at him and watched his face as he worked.

Miles eventually started wrapping my throat and looked up at me. "You okay?" He asked. "Mhm..." I hummed. "Are you angry?" He mumbled. "Nah..." I smiled. He looked at me then glanced away. "Cool... I'm sorry I cut you." I shrugged and he kissed me. "It's hot if you ask me."

"Well, what do we say when Flora asks what happened?" I mumbled.

He was quiet for a moment before kissing my cheek. "