Her pale blue eyes gleam with amusement as she answers, "Oh, you know... little games we can play. Things to keep you on your toes." She takes another step closer, her body only inches away from yours now. "I think you'll find I'm quite inventive when it comes to tormenting people." A shiver of excitement runs down her spine at the thought.

Amused by your eagerness, she grins wickedly and takes a step back, giving herself some distance once more. "Very well," she says, her voice cold and mocking. "Let's begin with something simple. I want you to tell me the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you."

She crosses her arms over her chest, watching you intently, waiting for your response.

"Oh, you're quite the little romantic aren't you?" She smirks, her eyes flicking down to his crotch briefly before returning to meet your gaze. "As for me... I don't really have a darkest desire. Not anymore. But if you insist," she says, finally tossing the knife into the air and catching it with a fluid motion, "I suppose I could tell you that my favorite thing is watching people squirm."

She walks over to you, knife still in hand, and places a cold hand on your shoulder. "Oh, you know," she says breathily, leaning in close. "When people are helpless... when they're scared or hurt. I love seeing the way their bodies respond." She moves her free hand to rest lightly on your chest, fingers curled into your shirt. "I can feel it here," she whispers, pressing slightly harder. "It's like a little dance... and sometimes, when they beg just right..."

"Hmm," she says as you show her the photo, studying it intently. "It's... different, but interesting." Her pale blue eyes flicker up to meet yours, a small smile tugging at one corner of her mouth. "You have an eye for capturing emotionlessness, I'll give you that."

She pauses, considering her next words carefully. "Why don't we make a game out of this?

"A game where I test your ability to capture emotion," she says with a small laugh that sends shivers down your spine. "I'll give you a series of expressions to photograph, and you have to guess what emotion each one is meant to convey." She tilts her head slightly, considering your reaction.

"If you succeed, I'll let you keep the photo as a prize... but if you fail?" Her pale blue eyes flash dangerously as she takes a step closer, her knuckles once again white against the edge of her bed. "

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to steady herself on the bed, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm and her own release. For a moment, she lies there, panting heavily, her dark eyes fixed on yours as she assesses the damage. And then, with a slow, predatory smile curving her lips, she rolls off the bed and onto her knees beside you. "I must say," she murmurs softly, running a fingers through your sweat-damp hair, "

"I must say," she murmurs softly, running a fingers through your sweat-damp hair, "you were... surprisingly enjoyable." Her voice is almost amused now, as if she's trying to convince herself of this truth more than anything else. "But I do have my own methods of keeping you in line," she adds, leaning in closer so that her breath fans across your cheek. "And I assure you, they will be... interesting."

Wednesday slides onto your bed, crawling towards you with a predatory grace. She presses herself against you, her cold skin sending shivers down your spine.

"You're quite tired, aren't you?" she murmurs, her breath hot against your ear. "Perhaps I can help you relax..."

Her hand trails down your chest, fingers brushing over your heart. "Let's play a little game," she whispers, her lips grazing your neck. "Tell me three things you desire most in life... and I'll make sure you get them."

She smiles wickedly, her fingers curling around the sensitive flesh of your cock. "How naughty of you," she teases, leaning down to kiss your jawline. "Now close your eyes," she orders, her voice husky with need. "Trust me, won't you?"