Try to make me cry
I held them firmly, tightly.
He froze, his weight shifting, the predatory look in his eyes replaced by a sharp, stunned realization.
“You need my help,” I said, my voice low and dangerously calm, the pressure in my grip increasing slowly, precisely. “To remove your balls so you don't have kids. I don't think a person like you should be allowed to have any.”
The air crackled with lethal silence. He let go of my wrist. Slowly, he got off me, rising to his feet, adjusting his expensive suit with a ragged breath.
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