““ Nikolas. If it scarred, she was going to be really annoyed. “Is your control really this good, or are you a secret masochist?” Nikolas asked as he cut the tail of the S, a jagged underline. “Is this a ritual thing, or are you just a sadist?” she returned, impatient. Though he was enjoying his busywork, he wasn’t focused enough for Sarah to act. “Both,” he answered, laughing, as he turned to the other arm. “You can ask me to stop any time now.” She understood what he really meant-- You can break down and beg. “Or must I continue?” “Hurry up, would you?” She yawned. “I have to get to the drugstore before it closes. We’re out of Band-Aids at my house.””
