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CW: knife (scalpel) play

Saffron's breathing goes ragged as his scalpel starts from your exposed torso, all the way to your navel.

He doesn't cut.

He doesn't need to.

Your stomach curls with heat, enjoying the position of a prey trapped underneath the hunter.

You can't see him through the blindfold, but you know he's smiling in that ravenous way of his, like there's nothing more he wants to do than break you in all the worst ways possible.

Something you welcome with open arms.

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