The screaming he enjoyed and he'd enjoy the struggling as long as it wasn't too much of a hassle to deal with. He loved it when his prey was just brave enough to do something, but not quite strong enough to be effective against him. Besides, it made for better play and Gamzee loved playing with his prey.

His grip on her arm became vice-like and in a nearly hushed tone in both voices said, "Who all do you motherfuckin' think is going to help you at in here? _{It's just us, Jessica.} And we're not all motherfuckin' up at leaving until we motherfuckin' finished what's all been motherfuckin' started."

Moving the scythe away from Jessica's neck, in the process making sure to not to turn it into gaping hole, he moved it to another spot of tender flesh and near delicately started to try to cut a long line into her body. As ever he kept honking, but there was more emphasis on each honk as he put more force into his work.