My grip on his collar tightens as my anger rises. “Now, now; where is your goddamn chivalry, huh?” I bring the tip of my blade between his legs, and he trembles like a leaf in a blizzard. “Manners maketh man, or did you forget?”
He shakes his head. “Please let me go. Just…please. I promise you won’t see me again. I… I’ll never come close to her. I’ll leave! I’ll fuckingleave, okay?” He looks at Cignette. “Please! Please, tell him to stop! I’m begging you.”
How the broken-legged table has turned.
“Shut the fuckup.” I shake him again, and when he brings his wet, pleading gaze to me, I slowly drag my switchblade up, and let it rest against the middle of his stomach.
“You see, I’m a man of simple tastes,” I begin, tightening my hold on the switchblade. “But I’ve got onevery basicpolicy…” I grin again. “You touch her, youdie.” And with that, I push my blade forward, puncturing his skin.
Haroon’s eyes widen, and his mouth opens in a scream.
“Sh-sh-sh. Calm down; it’ll all be over soon.” The smell of blood fills the chilly air, making my heart pound. I push the blade in further, and when I feel a soft tear of muscles againstit, goosebumps erupt throughout my body, zapping me with adrenaline.
I amsofucking back, baby.
Haroon struggles against me and screams louder, so I twist my weapon into his wound, then pull it out before shoving it into the same spot again. The blunt sound of wetness is music to my ears as my blade cuts through more of him, rendering him weak.
“What is it that you were telling her before I got here?” I muse, gliding the blade out and then stabbing him with it another time. “You wanted to break her in half by fucking her, just to prove a point?” I glance at Cigs. “That’s what he said to you, isn’t it?”
She nods.
I click my tongue. “Hmm.” I step back, taking my switchblade with me, then look down at Haroon’s bleeding stomach. “Gorgeous.” I cant my head to the side. “But not enough.” Driving my arm back, I bring it forward and stab him directly in the middle of his leg.
Cignette gasps, and Haroon howls in pain as blood starts pouring out of his groin and drips down to the marble floor. Tears bead on his waterline, then fall haphazardly down his bruised cheeks.
“Hurts, doesn’t it?” I look at him, and notice how his eye sockets are now covered in red blood vessels. The veins on his face and neck have protruded from how much he’s straining himself, and his complexion has all but paled.
“I’ve outdone myself,” I say, pulling out the switchblade, and chuckle when Haroon grunts at the impact. I bring the blade between us, then roll it between my fingers. “Cigs?”
“Yeah?” She grins when our eyes meet.
“Call Magner and ask him to come here, will you?”
She nods. “Sure thing.” Just as she pulls her phone out of her purse, I turn to Haroon one last time. Making sure he’s lookingat me, I finally give into the urge and glide my blade over my tongue. The moment the thick, warm liquid enters my mouth, and the metallic taste of blood awakens my senses, I lose it. A shudder runs through me as I swallow, letting the elixir slide down my throat.
Haroon’s features contort, and it seems as if he’s about to throw up, but one arch of my brow, and he swallows down whatever he was about to spew out of his mouth.
“How’s it taste?” Cignette asks me.
I laugh a little, then give her a wink. “Like dead security personnel, baby.”
She chuckles, just as Haroon rasps, “You two aredisgusting. Fuck you both.”
I scowl as I face him. “Did we ask for your input?” When he gives me yet another silent treatment, I roll my eyes and let go of his collar. “Alright, I’m done with you,” I say, then with a quick slash of my wrist, I slit his throat.
He gasps, then clutches desperately at the open wound. Blood spurts from it and paints his fingers red, and he even starts gurgling on some of it as it fills his mouth. I move away from him as he falls to the floor in a heap, crawling away from the spot I had him pinned against.
“JesusChrist, dude,” comes Magner’s voice as he rounds the corner and comes to stand next to Cigs. “That’s awesome work. A pain in the ass for the cleanup team, but awesome nonetheless. I see now why you’re so praised. It’s so fucking cool to see your work in person.”
“Thanks, man.”
We bump fists, and he then puts his phone to his ear, requesting the cleanup team to get here.
Haroon drags himself towards yet another random spot, leaving behind a trail of blood.
“Why isn’t he dead yet?” Cignette questions, staring at him. A second later, he falls flat on the floor and stops moving altogether. “Never mind that.”
I laugh, and she does the same.
