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I press a knife to his left cheek and a haht cheek They are his They had both been in his kitchen drawer

“Choose,” I say I press the blade just enough to bring up blood I tap the hahtly so that he knohat it is

He squirs, like the fool that he is

It is almost funny Now that the crap he has put out into the world is about to co his pants He really should not have pissed me off

Too bad for him that I’m in the mood to play, and he’s the one I’ve decided to play with

“You not gonna choose, big man baby, hmm?” I say playfully “You want me to choose for you?”

Oh howTo bleed hiet me what I want I have to start siven that they are tied together I position theainst the floor and then I ser with the hammer

He screeches like a wounded walrus The tape mostly muffles the sound

“Shut up,” I say, and slap his cheek lightly

He whimpers and bawls like a baby, but he soon stops, too scared to keep crying when I press the knife and the haain

“Do we understand each other?” I ask

He nods in agreement

“Tell me about Rachel,” I say to him

He shakes his head vehe that he has nothing to do with her The liar I roll my eyes This time I smash the hammer into his nose

He screeches longer and louder Blood bubbles out of his nostril and pops, splattering in a rather pretty way Since he is unable to breathe through his taped up et off him and him roll over onto his side I don’t want him to suffocate before I’m done