Maria was shocked when the knife appeared again. The bastard had managed to talk her into a relaxed state of mind so she wasn't prepared for what happened next.
The female screamed bloody murder. It was deeper and more horrific then any scream she had done so far. He recreated her injuries, cutting through the scar tissue that had begun to form over them. She stared at the ceiling, her vision blinded by the pain and by her tears. 

And as if this torture wasn't enough, the sick creep put the final touch on the horror.
He carved his initial into her leg... as if he was somehow claiming her body as his to abuse and ruin for the rest of her days. This act was worse then any of the others he had done to her.
And she knew, deep within her heart, that she would never rest until he was in pieces at her feet...