Mimicking his earlier position, Hermione was now behind the howling Flint with the blade pressed to his throat. He gurgled a whimper as she pressed it hard enough to cut into his skin. There was a pathetic wet thwump as Flint dropped his still-hard penis onto the floor and scrabbled at her arms with his nails. With the same cold smile as earlier, Hermione watched the appendage roll a few times before coming to rest directly in Flint's line of sight. Her smile widened with satisfaction.