Daniel

Warning prickled at the back of my skull. “What exactly is it that you think I want to know?”  

    He let out a maniacal laugh, and it pissed me the fuck off. 

    I grabbed the knife handles and twisted the blades deeper into his flesh. He squealed like a fucking banshee. 

    “I’ll ask you again. What is it exactly that you think I want to know?”  

    Lucio stepped up behind him and grabbed his face, forcing the fucker to look at me.  

    I let go of the knives, and he let out a few laboured breaths. He opened his eyes and looked me square in the eye. “You…” He...