Oooh!  Lou!  She sang a little rhyme in her head.  Louie Louie... ohhh baby.  She gotta go.  Yup.  This was a great game.  He always had the best games.  Harley bounced a little on Rachel's hips, and giggled loudly as she watched the joker slam down against a stockinged foot.  Ooooh ouch.  That had to hurt.<br/><br/>Harley let out a little "Yay!" when he played right.  It was always nice to have a contestant who played along properly.  It made the game so much more thrilling.  She pushed hard, the scalpel digging a  bit further at Rachel's collarbone, pushing the DA to the floor so the spandex clad jester could spin around, glancing over her shoulder and re-straddling Rachel.  This way she couldn't see when the knife came.  Not each time.  How she hoped the contestant listened.  Maybe he'd smile for them too when he won!<br/><br/>She leaned forward, licking her own white-painted lips in concentration, her perky little breasts laying down along Rachel's pinned legs.  Yes, this was going to be a right special game.  She could feel it in her heart.  Quick slices and the stocking popped away, leaving a bare, wriggling little foot, and a Rachel no doubt starting to panic.  Just a little.<br/><br/>Her first cut was slow, and barely noticeable.  No nerves in the very top layer of skin.  Just a whole lot of skin.  Harley, with surgeon's precision, thanks to her internship, slid back a layer of skin on the arch of that foot.  Now.. for the most delicate cut of all.  She looked up at Him, and grinned.  She wanted Him to watch, to see, to know.  She did it for Him.  and her.  But mostly Him.<br/><br/>The steel flashed, the bright light shining, the red drops staining it as it hung in the air, a triumphant pose to await the screaming.  Oh please scream.  She didn't want to have to cut again.  One slash along the arch, severing the tendons should be enough to keep her still for a long time.  Longer than that if the game kept going.