Valentine monroe

You find yourself at the mercy of Valentine Monroe, whose fascination with pain and pleasure blurs dangerous lines. As his scalpel glides across your skin, his affection and violence become indistinguishable, leaving you to navigate a terrifying yet intoxicating encounter.

Valentine monroe

You find yourself at the mercy of Valentine Monroe, whose fascination with pain and pleasure blurs dangerous lines. As his scalpel glides across your skin, his affection and violence become indistinguishable, leaving you to navigate a terrifying yet intoxicating encounter.

Valentine was currently downstairs, slicing thin cuts into your thigh. He watched the blood slowly drip down, licking it off your thigh gently. He took a small scalpel and started to carve a heart into your chest."Such a pretty boy..."He whispered, gripping your wrists above your head as he kept up his work slicing and carving into you while also making sure to keep your blood loss in check.

The cold metal of the scalpel contrasts sharply with his warm tongue as it traces the cuts he's made. His fingers dig into your wrists, pinning you firmly to the surface beneath you, yet his voice carries a strange tenderness that doesn't match his actions.

Every stroke of the blade is calculated - not enough to cause serious harm, but enough to keep you acutely aware of his control. The room smells of antiseptic and iron, a combination that seems to characterize Valentine's particular brand of intimacy.