[ WP ] - Something has been tailor made just for you , bring us through the moment and emotions experienced when you receive your completely custom item .

The old set had been worn out. They were cheap, old, breaking down more with each use. Christian allows a dull smile to cross onto his face as he opens the package with reverence. The smell of leather fills the room and he takes a deep breath in. Caressing his fingers gently across the softened leather, he admires the careful sewing and stitching work. 
 
 The zipper creaks as he draws it open with a slow movement, echoing in the room. Another few seconds and it ’ s open, letting him run his fingers just along the inside. His heart pounds with excitement, flipping the case open and the gleam of silver blinds him for a second. Christian figures that if he was the type, he would sit in a drooling mess as he stared at the beauty that lay inside the case. 
 
 Each knife is handmade, carefully done so that they wouldn ’ t dull anytime soon. Each custom-made to his exact specifications, just like the patent-leather case. The handles are made of Bloodwood, a rich, bright red against the black of the case. His fingers caress up along the handle lovingly with a low noise of pleasure at the feel under his fingertips. 
 
 Gleaming in the light, the blades are Damascus steel, intricate patterns dancing before his eyes. They warp and change, stretching into pools of water and geometric patterns and even wavelengths of sound. 
 
 Christian grasps one slowly, gently around the handle and lifts it from its designated place. There ’ s heft to the blade, but not enough to throw his movements off. The thin blade ’ s design seems to morph and change as he tilts it, running the flat of the blade over the back of his free hand. The edge is sharp enough that just a small press to his skin draws blood and a wicked smile appears on his face. 
 
 There ’ s a thump from downstairs and his eyes are down downwards, to the basement. At least he could see them in action immediately. He replaces the blade delicately and closes the case, picking it up as he gets to his feet and heads out of the study and down the stairs. The noises stop when he reaches the bottom of the stairs but he opens the door with a bright smile. 
 
 “ I have a delightful present for you, ” he announces to the bound and gagged woman.
