Blood hits his face, hot and thick, and Gabe just laughs. Loud and biting, the knife stuck true and still it isn't enough. Not quite, not quite. I could keep you here for hours, the fucker drawls, and kisses him. Biting down. And something in Gabe, even as he trembles with furious rage, softens to the heat of it ever so slightly.

Pleasure's a complicated thing, isn't it?

"You're a little bitch," Gabe hisses, and goes to stab him again. Split his belly open.