you’ve got him in your grip, you try to decide which way he should die. After all, I’m in your hands.

“p-please,.. cough, what- what did I ever do… please, have mercy.. I- i go to church on Sundays!.. I-uhm, I take cold showers.. I- I don’t drive a car!.. please just.. just let me go.. ngh, let me go.!”

I struggle against you, so you just put a knife to my throat and it makes me shutup

“..please don’t hurt me.. I’m begging u.”