“Why a knife?” I gasp as I fight his hold on my throat. “Why not a gun?” “Too loud.” He lets me go and I bolt again, making it to the sofa as he prowls after me. “Guns are too easy. And in a bad situation, I’d rather my prey get my knife than a gun. I can overpower you with a knife, but a gun could level the playing field.” I launch the tv remote at him, which he simply lets hit him in the shoulder as he tilts his head to the side. “Yeah, okay, but give me points for my continued enthusiasm.” “Sure, pretty girl. Next question?”
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