The knives aren't sharp enough. You stab the blades into my skin, but they are too dull. They only cut along the surface, making me bleed slowly. The ache dull and weak. Sharpen them, plunge them deep into my flesh. Make the wounds gape for blood to pour and leave me weak in agonizing pain. It's what you need. Push the pain deep inside, make it impossible to find a way out.

Shank this hunk of meat. Listen to the glorious hiss of the juice, pouring from the wounds. It makes you want more. Your blood lust is no longer discrete.