His internal radar signaling danger kicks in; or maybe it's just the coke making him paranoid, but he senses there is something, too sweet, too calculating about her offer. He has a better idea coming to him as he hops off the bed.
"Come on stand up," he demands harshly. "You will stay tied up and I will get this f*****g stupid bra off of you. You'll see."
The blade swishes out and as he brings the knife slowly to her chest. She watches—scared and excited all at once- as he brings the sharp blade up to one of her bra straps.
Smirking at her, he twists the blade up while making a quick sawing motion. The sharp blade makes short work of the strap, before he quickly gives the second strap the same treatment.
Her magnificent t**s coming spilling out of the bra turning his smirk into a look
