A sharp point nicks my neck, and I freeze at the pain. “Do you know what this is?” He strokes it over my nape before slicing easily through the back of my shirt, leaving me instantly bare from my waist up. No. No. No. Fuck. I’d bought him a butterfly knife for Christmas. It’s the only thing he wanted that I could afford. I even had his name engraved into the handle. Now, the blade I picked out is digging into my spine.
Omfg
