Bleeding Hearts

"Hello Darling," She breathed in his ear, gleaming knife in hand, as he jerked awake once more.

"W-why are you doing this?" He sobbed, struggling against the ropes that still tied his hands behind his back.

"Oh, Sweetheart," She glided around him to stand in front of the chair. She licked her lips and purred, "Do I really need a reason?"

He gasped shakily, "Please," he begged, breath ragged, "My wife -I have a son, he's six. His name is-"

She shushed him, leaning forward to softly run her thumb across his lips, "Now, now," she leaned in closer, her face inches from his, "We've talked about this, right, Hun? I get my fun, and then you," She ran her tongue slowly along his cheek, stopping at his ear as she straddled him, "My Love, get to go home." She nipped his ear and hopped back cheerfully.

"Now, I just need you to do one little thing, okay?" She brought the knife to his bare chest, littered with bruises from previous games.

"Bleed for me."