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..."

"Oh?" She raises an eyebrow, not budging despite the subtle shift in your position. "Don't tell me you aren't curious... about what it would feel like?" Her hand tightens on your shoulder slightly, her breath hot against your neck as she whispers into your ear. "To be completely under my control... to feel everything I do..."

Her free hand slides upwards, tracing along the line of your jaw before coming to rest on top of your head.

"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?"