He remembered the sharp taste of Tseng's blood that night and he shudders with pleasure as he watches Tseng's lips press against bloody skin. Each cut sends shivers through his body and reaches out to grab Tseng's sides with bloody hands, digging his nails in.

A thought occurred to him as watched blood run down his stomach and pool. "I need a scar. One that is yours." All the scars he had were reminders that he had survived against all odds. That he had been stronger than anything else that had tried to break him.

He needed a scar that was on his own terms. "Make it hurt."

He wanted to see if Tseng could actually make him scream.