He shuddered and flicked open the knife on the bedside table without leaving her neck, it was so practiced. Routine, almost. He started dragging the sharp point over every inch of exposed skin, looking down at her with almost glowing eyes, and a grin so self-satisfied that it sent a shock up her spine.
He let out a low moan as he continued, the sharp point randomly digging into her slightly whenever he twisted or turned the blade. This was agony for him, such blissful agony.