Lam clenched the man’s bleeding forearm to get another hiss of pain. The blood was hot and wet through the fabric, and Lam mourned he couldn’t yet see it.
He was ready for winter to be over.
“What do I want? I think I’m more curious about your intentions,” Lam said. “What did you plan to do once you caught me, big guy?”
The man’s facial expression fought between confusion and anger. “Nothing, I wasn’t–”
Lam squeezed at Hoodie’s arm again, digging his fingers in. The man swore blackly.
“Don’tlie,” Lam chided.
“Fuck you, you fuckin psycho,” Hoodie spat.
“Fuck me?” Lam leaned, shifting gears with a smile, batting his lashes. His blade tapped against the man’s throat. “You could’ve approached me at the bar, why wait and follow me?”
The man’s eyes widened, caught.
Lam considered him thoughtfully. For the moment, at least, he was being cooperative. It gave Lam hope.
“What’s your name, handsome?”
The man frowned. “I don’t…?”
“I know,” Lam repressed a sigh, “not how you saw this going. Try and keep up. What’s your name?” Lam tightened his fingers against the wound again, and the man groaned.
“Fucking stop,that hurts like a bitch–!”
“Then tell me your name,” Lam demanded.
“B-Brent.” He managed. Lam loosened his grip. “Fuck,”Brent hissed, “that fucking hurts.”
“Good boy, Brent. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Lam trilled.
“Fucking Christ, you stabbed me!”
“Technically I cut you,” Lam corrected. “Stabbing means I plunged the knife in, you’dknowif I stabbed you.” The body under him stilled, wary. “Anyway, I did it in self defense,” Lam continued breezily, “you were going to rape me.”
Brent gaped at him. It was almost funny. “I wasn’t–!”
“Don’t lie,”Lam brought the blade up and made a quick line down Brent’s cheek. It was a shallow, cat scratch of a thing, but Brent still jolted.
“What the hell!” He sputtered.
“Breathe darling, you don’t want to strike out early,” Lam said, eyes on the blood starting to well. “It’s okay, you wanted to rape me, that’s just the facts of this encounter. You wanted to catch me under this dark bridge and have your way with me.” Lam’s eyes roved over his face. “You should be grateful I’m only giving you one strike for not following directions. I should strike you for the lie too, but I’m feeling generous tonight.”
Brent looked like he was struggling to process. “W-what?”
“Let’s see…” Lam pushed himself up onto his knees. He kept the knife at Brent’s throat, but brought his other hand down and reached behind him. Brent made a warble of confusion as Lam found the tie to his sweatpants and plucked it loose.
“What the fuck you doing?”Brent asked. He sounded afraid again.
Lam licked his lips. “Giving you what you came for,” Lam said simply. He pulled at the waistband to loosen it enough, and then started to tug it down. “Lift your hips.”
Brent didn’t, gaping up at him like a waterless fish. He was stuck. The train he’d been on had switched tracks, and he couldn’t figure out how to move forward.
Or maybe he was afraid Lam was going to take the knife to a certain tender part of him.
That would be such a waste.
