He grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up, getting off the bed
in the process. He looked at her with a smile so wide, the Joker
would be impressed. “So you’re not going to struggle anymore? You
think you’re smart?” He laughed and pinned her against the wall,
then pressed the point of the knife into her skin and left it
there. He kept her against the wall, then spread her arms apart. He
grabbed a knife from his coat and pressed the point gently into the
middle of her palm. “Hmm... I should draw a flower...” he muttered
as he traced the palm with the point of the knife in the snap of a
flower. “Doesn’t that look lovely?” He smiled and looked into her
eyes. She didn’t reply, she just breathed, and breathed, and
breathed... oh how soothing were those terrified breaths to him. He
pressed the point further into the center, twisting it around
slowly, like a drill. “This is so fun... I do wish that you would
be more loud, though...”