Slit!
With a soft sound, the collar of her T-shirt was already sliced open by his blade.
He moved his finger slowly downward, and her clothing parted bit by bit.
This guy, is he going to cut her clothes off piece by piece, keep her tied up like this, and do that with her?
Imagining what might happen next, Fifteen's body was covered in goosebumps.
Couldn't tell, this guy is this disgustingly twisted?!
Noticing the fine bumps on her skin, Phoebe's eyes glinted with amusement as the blade moved further down.
The thin T-shirt fabric parted gradually, revealing her collarbone, then the upper part of her chest, and then...
"Stop!"
Feeling the blade about to reach her chest, Fifteen called out to stop once more.
Phoebe raised his face, scrutinizing her.
"Hmm?"
"Since things have come to this, I might as well tell you," Fifteen said.
"Speak."
"I..." Fifteen hesitated for a moment, "actually, I have AIDS!"
"Oh really!" Phoebe frowned slightly, "Is that so?"
