PENELOPE'S POV
" You stand there and tell me you are sorry?" I bellowed. I brought the knife very close to his neck. He stayed there and moved not.
"I do not care what you want to do with me. I know whatever comes my way from you, I really do deserve it. I was a son of a b***h and treated you like scum. You did everything to please me, but I was too stupid to have seen it." He voiced with a shaky voice that had so many emotions, like a strummed guitar. His hands are still pointing downwards. His eyes quirked a second.
I glared at him for seconds. My hands trembled as I had a very strong grasp on the knife. My face contorted and my eyes narrowed. All I felt in me was total bitterness. I really felt the urge to stab him but I was trying so hard to resist the demon.
" I just feel like
