It was not difficult to feign sleep. I kept my breathing long and light, my limbs dead, my mouth slightly open.
Dig Graves believed it. He slept.
I claimed the blade from the bedside table.
My gut twisted as I looked to the door.
It would ring when I opened it, and my attempt would be in vain. There was no point in leaving this room unless Dig Graves was dead.
My hand shook, my throat heaved up a choke.
I sat on top of him, my legs on either side of his waist, leering over. The best position for sawing through a throat. It put me in a position of power. I settled the blade under Dig Graves jugular.
Under me his chest moved up and down softly.
I trembled.
Could I kill—
“Fuck!” He awoke.
I jolted as he did.
My trembling ceased and I held firm, keeping the blade locked against his throat, ready to slice, showing him what would occur if he dared move.
In the dusky dark I saw only the silhouette of his jaw and nose and mess of hair scatted onto the pillow. I think his jaw clenched. Under me, his body tightened. He remained still. Perfectly still. His hands did not risk grabbing me. I let his skin taste the blade pressed tight up against his throat. The sharp cold sting of metal spoke words I did not have to.
We stayed like this, quiet panic swirling between us. For once, he became the lamb for slaughter, and I was the wolf with a claw that could steal life in under a second.
My heart pounded frantically.
“It’s okay,” he whispered through the dark. His arms shifted.
“Don’t move!” I warned him.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Don’t move!” I flicked my eyes to his side where his fingers teased up my leg.
“Hey, hey, look at me.”
I ripped my head back to him, searching the dark for his face, finding nothing but the outline of his jaw.
“You can’t stop me,” I said to him almost shaking. “I’m going to kill you.”
“Okay.” He did not argue it. “You’re going to kill me. Sure.”
“I’m definitely going to kill you. Definitely.” I fixed my weight from how I sat on him. “I’m just going to do it in my own time. When I feel like it.”
Both of his hands felt up either side of my bare legs until they coasted around my rear.
“I swear I’ll do it,” I said down to him, keeping my voice cavernous and threatening. “If you try to stop me, I’ll cut you.”
“I’m not going to stop you.”
I was kind of hoping he’d stop me.
He slipped his hands through the sides of my underwear and held both of my ass cheeks in his hands, holding me on top of him as if I needed support.
