Asher lifts Nathaniel's arms above his head one by one, attaching the cuffs to the headboard. He runs his hands down Nathaniel's arms from wrist to shoulder, trying to soothe the light trembling, hoping it's from anticipation rather than fear.
He picks up the knife, letting the flat of the blade rest against Nathaniel's chest, the tip just pricking his throat.
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Date: 2009-10-02 06:27 am (UTC)He picks up the knife, letting the flat of the blade rest against Nathaniel's chest, the tip just pricking his throat.