His words are nonsensical. I thought the aliens were all the same. I guess they have their nut jobs, too, after all. I twist and claw, trying to break his hold. My nails catch his arm, but this just makes him tighten his hold on my throat. “I will kill you, you worthless body thief. I’m not bluffing.” “Do it, then!” Suddenly he gasps, and I wonder if any of my flailing limbs have made contact. I don’t feel any new bruises. He lets go of my arm and grabs my hair. This must be it. He’s going to cut my throat. I brace for the slice of the knife.
