To play with you

Harley walks over to a ghetto blaster and presses Play. The sound of carnival music fills the air as Harley starts to dance, first tumbling head-over-heels around you, then gyrating her nubile body before your eyes, while flashing her blade toward you, among other things (although that tight figure-hugging black-and-red outfit she wears leaves little to the imagination).

The raunchy mix of rhythmic gymnastics and burlesque continues, as she continues waving the knife about, stabbing the air just above you, threatening to bury it into you, but stopping less than inches away each time, before finally running it along her own body, where it gravitates towards her crotch.

She raises the knife up to her face, licking the blade, before throwing the knife down towards your head. You flinch and close your eyes and then, when you feel nothing, you open them and turn your head to see the knife embedded into the ground next to you, a whisker away from your ear.

Harley sits herself down on your stomach. “All that fear’s making you sweat. Don’t worry, that’s perfectly natural. it’s making me moist too. And don’t worry about the knife, I was just playing with ya. I can cut you up later.” She leans forward, smiling. “Though to tell the truth, I just wanted to see how you’d react. See, after no deliberation whatsoever, I’ve decided to do some psychological tests on you.” She strokes her chin, pondering. “Hmmm, well, more psycho than logical, thinking about it." She looks at her fingers, then as she continues, she counts off what she's about to do to you, "Test your responses to humiliation, degradation, **** sadism, all the usual suspects." She realizes she's used up all four fingers of her right hand now, so moves to the left. "Oh, and your sexual response of course," she smiles, then bites her lip, her mind wandering, as she counts to one on her second hand, then to two, then to three and four, as she thinks about what she's going to do to you, "we so can’t forget that.” She leans further forward, her face now inches from yours, a smile from ear to ear, Harley pinches your cheeks, excitement in her voice, “We’re going to have such fun!”