“Don’t you dare move an inch. I’ll slit your throat and you’ll be dead before you can even beg for mercy,” I hissed, wallowing in pleasure over how my words made the youth whimper and shudder, straining to get away from my knife. Still, I had my left arm around his throat in a chokehold, and it would be impossible for him to get away.
“Who… who are y-you?” the man stammered, the words tumbling out of his mouth and tripping over one another as he tried to display some false bravado. “I’m… I’m not alone, you know! My buddy is going to come back any moment now, and then you’ll be dead meat, knife or not!”
“Connect the dots,” I snarled at him, smirking at the way flecks of spit landed against the back of his neck, making him flinch again. “Haven’t you all been following me and the rest of th
