The tip of the blade scratched my skin as he gripped my wedding dress, making a sawing motion with the blade as it cut down my sternum and he re-positioned his grip to pull my bra up, slicing through that as well. I felt the elastic snap and the underwire break from the sudden change of force as Dolohov wheezed his pleasure as the knife kept going down through the gown that I was going to marry Narcissa in.