She watched in horror as he sank his teeth deep into his own forearm. When he straightened up, beads of scarlet blood oozed through his skin and trickled down his wrist. He gazed at her expressionlessly.
'Now what do you think?' he said.
What could she think? After all those years of abuse, that he should do that, to himself!
She thought of all those other scars and bite marks; recent as well as old. She had been so careful - so very careful - to bite him where it wouldn't show.