"Yes, you are. And since you're guilty, you must need punishment..."

"Oh? What punishment does masochism warrant?"

"Even more of what you asked for."

Also kisses.

Kisses! "Mmm, sounds against the point of a punishment, to give me more..."

"I'm killing you with kindness. Or something."

"Making me see the error of my ways by giving me so much I break?"

"Sounds like fun to me."

"Mmmm, yes."

Back to work, then.

This time Ellie thinks she'll trace rot through Knife's nervous system.

That is exquisitely painful; Knife can't help but scream about it. 

Wonderful.

Ellie starts tracing patterns in her skin with the knife.

She's a writhing mess of pain right now - and she craves more, craves every kiss of that knife. Every kiss Ellie will give her.

Ellie will give her all of them.

Perfect, wonderful, good excellent pretty Ellie, so amazingly talented. 

Oh yes she is.

The most beautiful woman in the world.

And the best thing that has ever happened to Knife.

Her gaze goes a bit soft, and she puts a bloody hand on Ellie's cheek. "Absolutely," she murmurs.

"Don't ever forget." Kiss.

Adoring kiss. "How could I ever?"

Mmm.

Ellie takes Knife's hand... and starts snapping her fingers, one by one.

She shrieks, then laughs and writhes against Ellie.

That's her cute little toy.

The absolute cutest.

But you know, they say beauty is only skin-deep. Ellie thinks they should test whether something similar is true of cuteness. How does Knife feel about getting flayed?