Author's Note: Written for < lj user="fuda_100">'s "role-reversal". Featuring Hisoka and Muraki, in a tight situation. Warning for blood and pain
He pressed the silver blade to the base of Muraki's breast-bone. "Remember the cords you bound me with, made from the hair of a hanged woman? I found some of my own."
The pale man eyes the blade, the cords binding him to the post. "And you've become what happens when one hunts monsters: you become what you stalk."
"You got that wrong: you hunted me for the sheer joy of twisting me," Hisoka said, turning the blade enough to score the skin. "I caught you so no one else has to suffer the same way I did."
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