Chapter Seven
While the girl cringed away from him, Manny cut off her tee shirt, slashing the sleeves past the shoulder seams to her throat, and gliding the point slowly across her quivering chin as he moved from left to right. Her eyes were starting to gleam. She would be crying soon, for real. I got a good close up of her face and refocused.
He cut down the sides of her shirt then, letting her feel the cold steel sliding along her ribs. She whimpered appreciatively.
“Hold very still now,” he crooned softly. “You don’t want to be cut.”
He wrenched away the ruined tee shirt hard enough to lift her a little off of the bed, and grinned down at her sullen eyes before he tossed the rag away.
He was getting into character, playing the role of mad rapist for all it was worth. As soon as you
