Carl leaned over the girl and stuck the knife slowly under the neck of her tank top, pressing the tip into the skin only slightly. After pausing a moment, he used the knife to tear through the tank top and slice it down the middle, exposing her abdomen and bra. One hand raised to wrap around her neck, holding her in place without cutting off her ability to breathe. The knife glinted in the dim light coming from the door as he began cutting. Using the tip of the blade, he pressed hard enough to draw blood without causing severe damage. She would experience severe pain, he knew, but there would be no serious harm done. With ointment, she would heal perfectly. When at last he drew back, he had carved a pattern across her stomache which she would not be able to recognize by simply looking down at it.<br/><br/>Holding the bloody knife up, he pressed the length of the blade across her throat and met her gaze with eyes full of anger. "Do that again, and you die."<br/><br/>With that, stood, picked her up, and slammed her head back against the wall, hoping to cause her to black out.