Poised with his right knee on the soft bedding, Bryan scanned her pretty face with its curls of dark hair . It was time to make an impression and he knew he had put himself in control. Stroking the lines of her shirt with the blade, he let her see its mute gleam tantalizingly out of reach.

"I'm sure Daddy wouldn't have wanted you to try to use gadgets such as this one, you might have got hurt yourself." he observed. Slowly he brought it to touch her cheek. "Can you feel it girl?" Lisa gave a mute grunt as the blade swept past her cheekbone.
"No need to be nervous. Like I said, we've got lots of time, Miss Lisa. The phones are out, and nobody's about to come here. Gosh, you look great with your hands tied behind like that, slut! Mmm!"
Putting the knife handle firmly between his teeth, pirate fashion, he grabbed the back of her head with one hand and started tugging in the unbuttoned part of her satin shirt with the other, yanking hard and staring her in the face.