"You're used to the pain, aren't you. So desensitised...poor thing..."
He continued to drag the knife upwards, and soon, it was at her abdomen. He stopped, and he cleaned the tip off on her face, before he slowly started to do the same thing on her other thigh.
"...so I'm going to appease this stone. Give it as much of your blood, tears, and suffering as it desires. And then, when it's drunk on the wine of your agony, I'm going to give it to you before it can stop me. It'll be your final torment. This damn thing will be your curse, not mine."