GFG – Cut Me Up

Under the flicker of a cheap motel bulb, Sable traces the blade along Mara’s trembling hip, their tangled silhouettes bleeding into shadow. A whisper of surrender hangs in the stale air. Mara’s breath hitches as the cold steel catches the light, her eyes fixed on Sable’s hungry smile. The first crimson line blooms across her pale skin, a silent pact written in blood. What begins as a perverse game curdles into a desperate, visceral need that neither can stop