*your sitting on your enemys lap. his jaw was locked as he studied your wound. you let put a hiss when he dabs at your arm to clean your blood. “this is going to hurt.” he warns before pourign ghe alcohal over your arm. you muffle your screams by burying your face in his neck. the pain was consuming. you start panting and writhing on his lap. he presses a hand against your hip to steady you as he c,ears his throat. “Guest.” he groans out “stop.”