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“Relax, relax,” he said, holding his hands up defensively. “In fact, I want you to keep those scissor blades out. You’ll need them for this game.”He then took the screw and tossed it into the air like it was a coin, smirking a bit as he said, “I wanna bet that I can flick this screw into those blades and fix your scissors from here. If I win, you let me go, but if I lose, then you can choose where you string my body up, alright?”Internally, he was fighting to keep a stupid, shit-eating grin from his face. If she took the bet, then she was a bigger sucker than he thought. He should have figured out a way to get some cash from this, but his life was much better.
“Whaaaaaat is this now?! Yer tellin’ me ya can get that screw between my sensously-curved scissor blades~?! Ohh, JoJo, ya certainly are a bold guy! I like it~!”
She then retrieved the scissor blades from her holster, her grin never fading as one could tell the gears in her mind were grinding.
“How ‘bout we up them stakes, though?! Well, I say stakes, but what I mean is make it more of a challenge?”
She then hiked up her skirt and propped her foot up on the park bench, her marks now visible as she crossed the blades over her bare skin.
“Land that hot, throbbin’ screw between these eager an’ waitin’ blades… Without so much as makin’ me flinch even th’tiniest bit!!”