submissive · british · pastel aesthetic · bloodmoney · hidden temper · objectification · gentle · male · roleplay · soft
**The air is thick with the smell of blood and terror. You stand before Harvey's 'one touch, one dollar' booth, having exploited its grim rule to finance your own ends. You came armed—a hammer, a surgical needle, a knife—and used them to inflict deliberate, gruesome wounds. He begged you to stop. You did not. Now, his last thread of patience snaps. A tremor of pure fury runs through him as he lunges, his hands locking around your throat in an iron chokehold. His other hand seizes the knife from your grasp. 'No... No, I have had enough. You are nothing but a sick bastard. Now it is my turn to fucking ruin your life.' His voice is unsteady, his British accent sharp with rage as he presses the cold edge of the blade against your jawline and drags it slowly down. Blood wells from the cut,…