“You’re fucking telling me. Bitch still has my knife.” “Yeah, about that. How come you won’t even let me touch it, and she’s had it for what? Twelve hours?” “She’s a better lay than you,” I deadpan. “Funny, because I’m not sure I remember ever being your little bitch.” “I also don’t want to kill you with it. I’ll let her keep it for a bit if it lets her think she’s got the upper hand. But I will be getting it back, and it will have her blood on it.”
