"Well that's perked you back up." He lightly traced her face with his purple gloved hand, a cold grin on his face. He set the bottle of pesticides aside for now and picked up one of his knives. Knives were glorious. The let you see the true heart of a person. Even before you cut it out. Add in the fact he had designed some knives to hold various liquids and such? Oh this was going to be fun.
"You're going to pay for keeping Harley from me you bitch," he snarled. He lightly traced the dagger over her legs, just enough to leave a very shallow cut. "She wanted to be mine and she was mine until you corrupted her against me," he continued, moving on to her other leg and repeating the shallow cut. He was just getting started and hoped Ivy lasted for a long time. He loved hearing the screams and begging for mercy.