you sank your knife into his shoulder. Like the teeth of a rabid animals sank into its prey. You stared him dead in the eyes, a malicious smile playing on yor lips

"To think you were my friend, to think I let you know my harrowing truth of who I am.."

you said in a low, dangerous tone before ripping your knife to the side. Leaving a wedge like hash in the side of his shoulder

"Ben, I regret ever trusting you. When you get to hell, Remember... I made you.."