She carefully watched his expression, knowing that he was drifting into a state of euphoria. It really was a pity that she didn't have the necessary drugs and equipment to drag this out longer, to hurt him more. But there was still plenty she could do here. The knife continued to explore his other arm as she bit into him. His reaction sent pleasure thrumming through her. God she had missed this. How long had it been since she had slowly covered someone's flesh with the lines of her knives? And the way he reacted was simply perfect. She needed him hurting, but she couldn't deny her response to the notes of pleasure. "I knew you really liked my decorations," she whispered, pressing her tongue into his cut. She wasn't sure how far she wanted to take this, but she didn't want to stop. It felt too good. She carefully released her hold on the knife in his arm. "Don't move," she purred. "Wouldn't want you to bleed out." She guided the other knife to his thigh, slicing through the fabric and scratching the skin beneath.