That part wasn't as satisfying. That part bothered even him. Something about fingernails just... Wasn't right. But he did it anyway. Sighing heavily, he rested his head on Mary's chest, watching her and sort of rubbing his cheek against one of her breasts. She was shaking... Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest she was positively fit to burst. It was amazing she hadn't. "It's really so beautiful - the blood, the pain. I wish you could understand it..."
He turned his head and bit her breast through the cloth. Any other time it might have been erotic. For him, it still was. Harley was painfully hard and ignoring it. That could wait until he was absolutely done with her. He knew it was wrong but when it felt so right, how could he possibly not do it again and again?
Harley straightened up and put the pliers away only to grab a scalpel again. He used the viciously sharp blade to cut apart the front of her bra and lay that skin bare. "Did you ever see the movie Quills? It's really quite good. Geoffry Rush plays the Marquis de Sade... He said something in that film that I always wondered what it would be like..."
It was the appropriate voice that quoted, "'What shall I make ready?' asked Fauchau. 'My mouth, my ass... or my succulent oyster?' 'None!' cried the surgeon, brandishing his scalpel, 'For I'll carve new orifices where there were none before.'" Harley's giggle surfaced again as he started cutting her skin not to make an orifice like the quote but to draw a heart above her own and very carefully remove that section of skin.