4. Tell Me Why...
I immediately walked over to the table filled with plastic Ziploc baggies and stuck my switch blade inside of one of them.
"What do you mean 'that's all I needed', I'm not done talking to you!"
"I'm done talking to a man who lied to me telling me he loved me even though he was going to kill me anyway."
"Did I personally tell you that? No. So how do you know it's true?"
"How do I know you're not lying?"
"Good point, however, not accurate, always believe the source before you believe another person."
"It's not like you'd tell me you were going to kill me." He sat there looking at me for a few minutes trying to think of an argument.
"I always tell my victims when I'm going to kill them. You get a simple description of what it'll be and then you get a 'go to sleep' before I stab you."
"And that just proves you wanted to kill me." I said slamming the baggy with my switch on the table.
"No, I'm proving to you I have a set killing method, baby, I love--"
"DON'T YOU DARE SAY YOU LOVE ME!" I threw a throwing knife from my boot into his lower leg. He passed out. "Ugh, now I have to bag my throwing knife too?" I pulled the knife from his leg and bagged it. I stormed out and locked the door.