She Got Me Going Crazy
“Bullet or my game, Michael. The choice is yours.”
Reluctantly, he places his shaking hand on the table.
“Good choice. Your life really isn’t worth refusing me. Now spread your fingers apart.”
Michael spreads his fingers apart, his eyes glistening. Was the fucker gonna cry?
I balance the tip of the knife along his hand. “I love this game.” I move the blade between his fingers while I stare right into his eyes. “You ever played it before? It’s got many names: the knife game, pin finger, nerve, bishop, knife fingers and, my favorite, five-finger fillet.”
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