“Is that how you wanna play, kotenok?” he purred in my ear. “Fine by me.” He took the knife, still in my hand, and used it to cut my clothes. With precise cuts that showed exactly how good he was with a blade, Arturo slashed down the back of my shirt and ripped it from my body. He moved the cool steel of the knife down my skin until he got to the top of my jeans.
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