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    “Now,” Melkor smiles, “you are going to place the edge against your chest and cut yourself.”

    This snares Mairon’s attention completely. His fingers tighten over the dagger’s hilt. The steel feels cool against his skin, the rubies large and round and smooth. The long years of his life—millennia of making blades and handling them and taking lives with them—ensure that his hand does not shake.

    “My lord…” he says, not in fact saying anything at all, even as he manoeuvres the dagger into position, blade laid diagonally across his pectoral.

    He should protest; though Melkor may overrule him, he should at least attempt to rebel against this… this unnaturalness. To injure himself because his master wills it, to defile the flesh that cradles him, this moment of pleasure reddened with pain… It is perversion. It is debasement. Sanctity racked with rot. Intimacy with its guts torn out.

    “In then down,” Melkor murmurs. “A clean, shallow cut. I want to see you bloodied. You wear blood so exquisitely, my pretty thing.”

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