[He smirks, like that's exactly what he wanted, and shoves his finger into her mouth again - this time with his hand turned the other way so he can scratch the roof of her mouth with his nail.]
[A long, shallow scratch.]
[Come hither.]
Remember this, little girl. Remember!
[With a sort of voiceless laugh, as he scratches her again, grip still tight in her hair.]
[And again, and by the end it's not shallow at all.]
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[A long, shallow scratch.]
[Come hither.]
Remember this, little girl. Remember!
[With a sort of voiceless laugh, as he scratches her again, grip still tight in her hair.]
[And again, and by the end it's not shallow at all.]