“What the f**k?” Hans barked, pulling his d**k out of Vicky’s mouth and stepping away abruptly. He yanked his pants up around his crotch, zipping himself up and threading his belt through the buckle in a hurry.
“You useless piece of s**t!” Hans’s words were clearly directed as Perry, as he scurried over and flung them in his face. Perry flinched. I decided to let him go, but left him a parting gift. As he took a step away, I reached out with my knife and slashed at him, opening up a long gash on his forearm. Perry yelped, clearly still terrified after having been so close to death, and pressed his hand to his arm immediately.
“Do I have to do everything myself?!” Hans continued, spittle flying from his mouth and hitting Perry in the face. “You said you knew how to fight! You said you we
