His Blood [Brainwashing | Video]
“You can feel the warmth of your blood coursing through your veins, can’t you?”
“Close your eyes and let dreams rise, Where daisies whisper lullabies. The sky descends, silent and cold, As you slip into depths untold.”
He was lonely, you see. A lonely man in a room full of familiar faces, all looking down at him. The room began to close in, the walls pressing closer, making the air feel tighter.
“When you see the deep, vivid red, you recognize it as your own, don’t you?”
The faces blurred, their eyes narrowing into slits, as if time itself was stretching. His thoughts, once clear, started to fragment, spinning faster and faster until they combusted into a thousand pieces, scattering and swirling around him like a storm.
“You know your blood is a part of you, carrying life and energy.”
It was as if the entire room was in motion, collapsing and expanding all at once, pulling him deeper into his own mind.
“What did you give me?” He asked. A hand reached out, cupping his chin gently. “I gave you nothing,” came the calm reply.
He sat close to her, the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window. Her voice, delicate and haunting, filled the room as she spoke in whispers. It was a strange, intimate moment, one that felt suspended in time.
“As it flows, you feel the connection between your heart and your mind, isn’t that right?”
Her fingers lightly brushed against his, creating a warmth that contrasted the chilling words she spoke. She took out a soft-edged razor blade, grazing it close to his skin. As the cool metal neared, his erection grew harder.
“And with each drop, you sense how vital and powerful it is, don’t you?”
She held the razor delicately, its soft edge cool and sharp against his skin. Placing it on the inside of his thigh, she began to glide it slowly, creating a fine line between pleasure and tension. The blade moved with precision, sending a shiver down his spine.
“Imagine now, the red intensifying, coursing even deeper, spreading through your entire being.” Each stroke left a path of heightened sensitivity, the cool metal contrasting with the warmth of his skin. His breath hitched as the sensation deepened, a blend of anticipation and thrill filling the room.
The razor’s touch was both a tease and a promise, drawing him into a state of heightened awareness and arousal.
She glanced down at the razor blade, its edge glinting in the soft light. Slowly, she raised her eyes to meet his.
“You feel your mind relaxing, your thoughts slowing, as the red envelopes you completely.”
The light struck the blade just right, revealing a fleeting reflection of his erection in the small, polished surface. The image was brief but vivid, capturing the intensity of the moment in that slender sliver of metal.
As you feel the cold edge, imagine a slip, a slice that awakens your senses, tuning them into my voice. My words, like this razor, will cut deep into your mind, drifting through the sensitivity of your body like a blade on your skin. Each word I speak penetrates you, igniting sensations unlike anything you’ve ever experienced, binding your thoughts and desires to my command.
“You feel your mind relaxing, your thoughts slowing, as the red envelopes you completely.”
With blood dripping from her fingers, she held them up to his lips, letting him drink — one drop, two drops, three drops. Each drop of dark, vivid red was his own blood, dripping onto his tongue. The intense, metallic taste consumed him, each drop deepening the bond between them, making his senses blaze with a raw, primal connection.
“Don’t be greedy, this is my blood,” she murmured, cupping his chin. She kissed him deeply, her tongue tracing his lips and licking away the last traces of his blood.
