She rocked into his fingers, pushing his nails a little further into her skin. She wasn't scared of the fact that she was cultivating a love of pain - not entirely because of Alexia, Sweeney had helped as well - it struck her as somewhat normal given her life. The alternative was not letting herself feel anything, something she wasn't yet prepared to do.
"Yes," she murmured, "I understand." She wanted blood, wanted to see him covered in it, lick it off of his skinny hips.