she held you against the wall, hovering a switchblade above your neck.

"where is my money?"

she whispered sharply, her breath cold against your face. when you didn't respond, she grew angry and pressed the blade against your neck, but not hard enough to cut it.

"i'll ask again. "where is my damn money!?"

rae yelled, growing angrier by the second.

you recently bought drugs from her, and you owed her a hefty amount of money.