But just right before the blade could pierce past his sternum and into the wildly beating organ, the King had decided to put it to a halt.
"Good. You have now proven yourself, dear. That is enough."
He quickly yanked the knife away, and Sangfroid collapsed further into the soft bed, heaving as he bleed and staining the peerless white sheets.
The King bent down, and licked the gash on his chest.
"Nnghh....." A groan escaped from Sangfroid's lips as he felt the cold tongue on his stinging wound. It pricked him like a small, numbing electric shock.
"It is not you that I want to be killed. At least not tonight." The king looked up at him with his bloodstained teeth. "Mmm.....If your blood already tastes this good, I wonder how good your flesh and internal organs would be."
He twirled a stray lock of hair over Sangfroid's sweaty forehead. "You wouldn't mind being eaten by your beloved king, would you? My little Red Riding Hood."
