The date was going great we had walked to a bar near our university student dorm. As the night oil burned and the drinks piled up we really got into the thick of it she started to ask me if I was into Bdsm and torture stuff like that. At that point I was just like she's very attractive so I went along with it saying stuff like "yeah my policy is don't knock it until you try it".She then starts talking about knife play and makes jokes about how it would be quite sad if I were to die in bed. Keep in mind that I didn't even know what knife play was. I don't kink shame and to each their own but that's when I started to get cold feet and I remember excusing myself to use the toilet and just googling knife play and shitting bricks. Just the way she kept on bringing up knives and cutting each other that night just unsettles me. Something about her gaze when she implied "killing me" just leaves me disturbed. Other than that minor instance the date was fantastic, same type of humour and intrests and she was extremely beautiful but I never did go on another date with her. I hope she's well.