Oooh yeah. Rub my scapula. Right there.
REASON #1 BRAM CANNOT WRITE SMUT:
…His fingers traced patterns down the mid-clavicular line of her mediastinum. It felt so erotic, she could not even…
His fingers moved lower, toward her third inter-costal space. Everything was getting so steamy…
REASON #1 WHY BRAM INSTEAD CHOOSES TO WRITE GORE:
…She slipped her dagger into his neck with a practised manoeuvre, the fool had stepped too close, trying in his idiocy to slit her throat.
“Idiot,” she muttered.
The amount of opponents who still thought that was their best bet. It was far easier to keep them at arms length, nick her blade an inch deeper, it was a clean little stab that would sever the vagus nerve, phrenic nerve, and carotid artery with a twist. ”Good luck breathing now,” she laughed.
With the amount of blood loss, her opponent really wouldn’t have much time to think too hard about breathing. But she really shouldn’t taunt them. They were doing their best…
(Because at least I know what I’m describing)