Scraping the tip of blade down her cheek I mumble a half audible question. "Do you know how perfect you look right now?" When those words reach her ears I gain no response other than a few choked sobs as I proceed to cut down her cheek and under her right eye, her precious flesh is 'mine'. 'My' precious angels flesh. Gently removing the knife I wipe its bloodied blade on my right pant leg. Then leaning down I come face to face with my perfect little angel. Putting on a half worried look I whisper to her "Now, now, my beautiful, no need to cry... because I love you." I smile gently and lick a tear from her face just before she can flinch away. "You can't get away from me anymore."
Moving my face a good distance from hers I begin admiring my work and can't help but grin from ear to ear. The crimson blood slightly dripping from the open wound on her face makes me practically itch at the next opportunity to cut her again and taste her sweet innards; her salty tears begin mixing into her open wound as she winces in pain. "You're absolutely adorable." I whisper leaning down just enough for her and I to touch the tips of our noses against the others. "You've always had beautiful eyes." I whisper gently into her ear then sitting up I notice her tears have stopped for the most part and the wound has clotted.
My face lowers to a dull, unforgiving expression as I grab the knife I had placed beside me. "Even though you're beautiful" Speaking in a flat, monotone voice I slowly raise the knife back to her eye. "You have to be punished." Her eyes shoot open as fear and adrenaline are pumped into her veins, this time she doesn't even sob or plea she just simply sits there like a deer caught in headlights. Moving my empty hand I gently caress her fear stricken face whilst making small noises almost like I'm trying to coax a small animal from its hiding place.
I become almost disappointed with her sudden lack of expression and I yearn for more; I lust for her pain. A loud squishing sound followed by horrid screams of agonizing pain resonate throughout the dark room and as I slowly press the knife further into her left eye she flails her body in an attempt to be freed from my grasp. A large amount of thick blood pours from her eye socket as I proceed to twist the blade and scrape it around the edges, her body twisting and contorting from the pain; her right eye has ceased to produce tears even though she is sobbing and her left eye has become a simple mush of blood, eyeball bits, and tears.
