[The anticipation grew and grew, building on the influx of emotions that had sent him to the bathroom in the first place. He almost reached across the dig his metal fingers into the cut that he had created on his flesh arm because he could tell that Rumlow was teasing him specifically to build things to more agonizing heights. He needed this, but aside from the slide of the blade - a threat - there was little that could do more than tighten his skin over his muscles at they clenched.
His fingers instead clenched in the blanket, watching and visibly twitching on the second and third expert passes of the knife blade. He bit his lower lip, his muscles bunching as if he might snatch the knife away to help himself. It was not even scratching an itch, but he felt as if he were drowning doubly: in anticipation and desperation for relief.
When the first slice came, he exhaled violently, tension flowing through him as he arched on the bed. It was a simple spark of physical pain in the sea of emotional upheaval, but it was enough to refocus him, to draw him away from the drowning sensation for a moment or two. His lips pinched into a thin line, and he made a soft noise, almost a plea if it didn't end with a growl.]
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His fingers instead clenched in the blanket, watching and visibly twitching on the second and third expert passes of the knife blade. He bit his lower lip, his muscles bunching as if he might snatch the knife away to help himself. It was not even scratching an itch, but he felt as if he were drowning doubly: in anticipation and desperation for relief.
When the first slice came, he exhaled violently, tension flowing through him as he arched on the bed. It was a simple spark of physical pain in the sea of emotional upheaval, but it was enough to refocus him, to draw him away from the drowning sensation for a moment or two. His lips pinched into a thin line, and he made a soft noise, almost a plea if it didn't end with a growl.]
Please.