Cissy just needed something, anything, to make the voices inside her head, taunting her and repeating over and over again all the things that Nic had told her, stop. And if he wasn't going to fuck her, and he wasn't going to let her give him a blow job, which was apparent by the way he pulled her hands away, then she was going to need something else.
With wide, wild eyes, Cissy was on her feet again, yanking away from Riley's grin only to run over to his desk where she knocked over his pen holder and then started to rifle through things. A-ha! Perfect. A letter opener. She placed one foot on his desk, exposing her inner thigh where all the scars from all the other times she had injured herself were in nice, neat little lines, and slice. It wasn't very sharp so it hurt more than it would have normally and she cried out, tossing the letter opener down on the desk as blood began to trickle down her thigh.