His aunt turned even more pale and started shaking his arm to the stop screaming, though it only stopped when the knife glided towards his uncle pushing him back against the wall. He tried grabbing the handle and wrenching it away, though it wouldn’t budge. Harry grimaced when his "thing’ tried to hold the force off. When it held he let out a sigh of relief, a small drop of sweat running down his face. They luckily didn’t catch the struggling. He smirked when the sadistic glee flooded into him again like a wave, receding then coming back again at full force. Concentrating, he forced the tip of it to pierce his fat chest and they both hissed, one in pleasure and one in pain. Harry smiled mockingly, tracing the cotton with red lines as he continued to use the knife. His bright green eyes glowing in mirth.