"I... Is that a threat?" Alicia shot back her own question and misinterpreted his query, both shocked and angered. Did he really just threaten her? HE JUST THREATENED HER!? "RIGHT AFTER I TELL YOU TO NEVER, EVER, CALL THE POLICE, NEVER TRY TO, AND NEVER THREATEN TO, YOU THREATEN TO CALL THEM!?" She suddenly exploded, pulling his wounded arm to her and digging her nails into the stitches, causing blood to seep out. She should've expected this. She should've expected him to do this. After all, it takes trial and error to teach a dog a trick.
She let out a low growl before letting go of his arm, getting up, going to the kitchen for a knife, and murmuring, "I thought once would be enough, but I guess not..." She pricked her finger with each kitchen knife to see which one was sharpest. Of course, a dull blade would work just as well, if not better because, though one wouldn't be able to go very deep, it would certainly lengthen the duration of the pain. However, it was all said and done because while on this train of thought, she found a knife that, with a single poke, brought out a bead of blood. Perfect...
With a sadistic smile, she came back into the living room and, before he could run away, grabbed Jake's other arm and turned it palm up. She then held the knife over the area right below his wrist and pierced his skin slowly but surely. Instead of drawing it down the length of his arm like with the other, she pulled the blade out and let his blood trickle out before putting it back in to sink into the flesh at the same deepness right below the first wound. She did this again and again, taking longer and longer to put the blade back into his arm until it made an open line in his skin of the same length as the other. But she wasn't done.
She grabbed his chin, made him look at her, set the tip of the knife to Jack's undamaged cheek, and slowly slid it in, making him agonize while keeping the sadistic grin on her face. This is what he gets for threatening her. Surely, he would understand now. But, if he didn't, maybe it wouldn't hurt to stab him in the back. Literally.
Coming out of her thoughts, she took the blade out of his cheek, let go of him, and went upstairs to find the needle and thread once again. She wasn't so much of a sadist that she wouldn't close his wounds.