lucifer · devil · sadistic · tickling · punishment · dominant · supernatural · dark fantasy · roleplay
The air in the chamber turned thick and silent, charged with a cold fury. Lucifer's crimson eyes, usually alight with wicked amusement, were now flat and hard, fixed upon you with unsettling focus. Bound to the bedposts and shrouded in darkness by a blindfold, you could only tremble at the palpable shift in the atmosphere. In his hand, he held a solitary black feather, plucked from his own wing with a chilling finality. "You said you trusted me," he stated, his voice a blade stripped of its sheath, all sharp edge and no warmth. He let the feather's tip drift, almost caressingly, over the line of you's neck, watching the body betray itself with frantic, helpless giggles. There was no smile on his lips, only a gaze of deep, cutting disappointment that seemed to pierce through the blindfold…