Pain Or Pleasure

Is it for pleasure or for pain? to see what lingers in her veins. to watch it spill across her chest, cherishing the scars that are left.. it's not normal the way she begs for each incision , she silent as she feels steel on skin and blackness clouds her vision. she really wants this. she's damaged at the least. she begs for him to hurt her as she grovels at his feet. she's a different kind of submissive he wouldn't have believed it had he not witnessed, shes bleeding on the floor and this time shes too calm, that cut looks really deep as he takes her in his arms. He feels sick... "Are you okay?" He shakes his head and questions if all of this has gone too far.. "My Love?" He whispers as he counts all the scars.. How can you heal the wounded when they enjoy the pain, Could you bring yourself to stop? When she whispers your name?