Board Thread:Role Plays (Adult)/@comment-24487330-20140619233536/@comment-24487330-20140630140405

For the record, Camo's response was the end result of a logical, straight-forward equation: Squishy Archer + guilt + temptation + threat of imminent pain - any chance of escape = quick fold.

Normally, Sanguis' question would've sounded dumb, but Camo had completely forgotten about the backup weapon at his waist. Without access to his primary weapon, that dagger was the one and only thing that fit the bill for her purposes. His first instinct was to make a break for the cave entrance as soon as she lifted herself up off of him, but he silently reminded himself that certain doom waited for him out there and remained motionless for a second or two before climbing to his own feet.

Though he was fairly certain he could guess what she'd make him do, Camo slowly withdrew the Talon from its sheath at the small of his back and held it carefully in a reverse grip in his left hand. Its double-edged blade actually seemed a bit heavier than usual, as if it was already burdened with the task that was sure to be set before it. The sniper reluctantly closed in on Sanguis, careful to keep the weapon out of her reach. A scarlet flush slowly began to rise in his cheeks as he realized just how indecent it seemed, what with her backed up against the wall, waiting in earnest for him to do horrible things to her. (Worse yet, part of him had complied willingly, although he would later maintain that it was all her idea, if anyone ever finds out about it.)

"(Y-you're gonna have to help me out a little,)" he admitted quietly, his voice faltering. "(I'm not sure how far is going too far with you...Er, with this...)"

Whatever Sanguis asks Camo to do to her, he'll employ a delicate touch with his knife, careful not to cause too much damage all at once. She'll have to physically take hold of his hands and move them herself if she wants a sharp, sudden attack to be inflicted. One way or another, though, he won't let go of the dagger, regardless of what she may threaten do to him; it could be the last vestige of control he has over the situation, and he'll cling to it with desperate fervor.