Bite Me

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It was bigger than a steak knife, not quite a carving blade, but still capable of doing some very serious damage. The knife came with a bright red handle, the kind sculpted to fit your fingers and hold a blade that gleamed viciously. I dodged the swipes again and pleaded.

“Put the knife down, just put the knife down, please,” I tried to sound calm.

Another wild swipe, this one slashing very close to the tip of my nose.

“Look can we talk about this, take it easy.” I was aware panic had caused my voice to rise about two more notches. I was hoping I didn’t have to throw a punch.

“Get out. Just get out, I want you out of here now, do you hear me, now. Get out,” she screamed.

“Okay, okay, Christ just let me get dressed and…”

“Get out now or I swear I’ll cut you up into the tiniest little pieces. I will, you creep, I swear I will.”

“Hey Kiki, I believe you, okay? Just let me get my jeans on, if you could just hand them to me and…”

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