+You know, little one...
I really didn't mean to hurt you, at least not this much. I didn't want to do this to you...
I just wanted to be a little tough on you, then let you go to God's mercy...
But...
He slouched into the chair next to the bed, crossed his long legs, unbuttoned the third button of his shirt, and continued.
+Yeah...
But what you did didn't sit well with me. Didn't I tell you I hate surprises? Huh?
-I don't remember...
+You don't remember? Really?
Then we'll do something you'll never forget...
He stood up, took something out from his hanging coat, and turned back to Diana.
Her breath was short again.
The knife in his hand glinted coldly in the light.
He came slowly toward her, now with a threatening aura.
pulled down the loose hospital gown's neckline.
His fingertips were as hot as that very first night.
He ran his hand over the wound under her collarbone, freshly closed...
And around it was still a little red.
+Look how straight it's healed, huh? I painted you pretty well.
Diana stared silently into his eyes.
Matthew chuckled softly seeing her silence.
+See? So you learned your first lesson really well, little one!
He came closer and whispered,
+Don't move, I don't want to ruin your beautiful skin.
His hands clenched into fists, and a lump formed in his throat again.
Matthew was now staring carefully at her prominent collarbone, not noticing Diana's gaze fixed on him.
He placed the knife just below her collarbone and quickly drew it across.
Then pulled back and with squinted eyes and a smirk looked at two lines.
Parallel to the previous scar, just a few millimeters below, he had drawn a new cut for her.
+Perfect... but too bad you can't see it right now...
Well then, this time you'll remember that I don't like surprises, right, good girl?
He kept staring at her.
She whispered coldly,
-I'll remember.
+Good girl,
And sat back down on the chair as before.