The pain is almost non-existent, and the knife carves into her skin. Her eyes are locked on the red blood trickling down from where he's cut. Her hips rise, begging for more. The cutting sensation stops, and he throws the knife to the side. "My filthy girl, Come for me now.". His kisses are sloppy, and his eyes darken, and she squeezes her own shut. She sees strokes of black and white as if she's touching the stars.