“Marie,” her voice took on a sweet friendly tone. “I think we are way past that point. Don’t you?” The other woman didn’t answer, but fought the binding around her hands. Daisy stepped into the tub, squeezing her feet into the cramped space on either side of Marie. She dropped suddenly, laughing when her knees in the other woman’s side knocked the air out of her. As Marie fought to breath, she pressed her knees into her harder. “Marie, Marie, Marie…” Daisy rattled off the other woman’s name as she traced one of her knives over her upper body. “You know, if you weren’t such a whore, you wouldn’t be in this position. You never know who you’re going to piss off when you fuck someone’s boyfriend.” She caught the collar of her shirt as she spoke and began to cut through the material. Daisy didn’t stop until she was able to open the shirt and expose the skin and underwear beneath it.
“H-he didn’t— tell— me.” Her words were broken as she fought for air.
She pulled back with a look of surprise on her face. “He didn’t. Oh… but wait a second…” Daisy leaned down to Marie’s face, close enough that their noses were touching. “Does that change the fact that you slept with him?” The other woman shut her eyes tight and squeezed out tears that had been lingering in her eyes since she woke up in the tub. She gave a solemn shake of her head to say no which Daisy mimicked. “No. I didn’t think so.” She brought her knife up to Marie’s cheek and slowly cut the skin as she sat back up. A different side of Daisy had taken over when she turned to Joseph again. Any presumed innocence that she usually possessed was gone entirely; all that remained was a dark determination. This was the part of her that could kill with conviction of purpose and without remorse. There was the barest hint of a smile – one that you truly had to look for – as she held out the small knife to Joseph. “If you wouldn’t mind,” she spoke, indicating that she wanted him to heat up the blade. “As hot as you can.” When the blade was ready, Daisy turned back to Marie. She paused long enough to enjoy the sight of the other woman’s fear when she looked at the glowing red metal. Without a word she shoved the knife into Marie’s stomach, experience making her careful not to hit anything that would cause the other woman to bleed out too quickly. She was going to die, but not before Daisy made sure that she was begging for it.