She looked up at him and said, “You can’t hurt me anymore, Marcus. This isn’t like the last time. I’m stronger now, more resilient.”
Pulling the knife from her chest, she smiled and daubed the wound with her fingertips, “Damn, that’s gonna leave a scar.”
She spun the blade around flinging crimson droplets about the room.
Marcus held up his now empty hands and stepped away from Pam, his eyes imploring.
He missed the first step and tumbled down, ass over teakettle, stopping only when he lay crumpled and broken on the landing.
She still held the knife,