Grabbing him by the throat, I take my knife, and shovel the tip of it into his mouth, causing him to freeze his movements and start to whimper.
“Listen to me,” I snarl. “I’m sick and tired of hearing you cry like a fucking two year old. You have two choices here. You can either shut the fuck up and act like a man, or you can keep whining like a little girl and I will give you something real to cry about…like turning your face into Swiss Cheese.”
The moment I finish talking, he stops his whining.
“Good choice,” I tell him. “Now…how about I continue on with our little game?”
I pull the knife out of his mouth and use it to cut open his shirt, exposing his chest.
“I’m going to ask you some questions, and I really want you to be honest with me okay?”
He nods his response, and I smirk as I start my interrogation.
“First thing first…Why did you always pick on Bella so much?”
I drag the tip of my knife along his chest, letting it just barely graze against the surface of his skin.
“B…Be…Because it was funny, and I knew how Em operated…if I didn’t target someone, him and his friends would have targeted me.”
His answer just pisses me off…all because he didn’t want to get ragged on, he had to make Bella’s life a living hell.
Before I even realize what I’m doing, my knife is digging deep into his flesh, carving out the letter U on his abdomen.
He screams, but it only makes me dig in deeper into his skin.
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