“Don’t fucking move. And don’t think of screaming. I will kill you, Katz. Don’t think I won’t.”
I could have killed him but didn’t. Something sane prevented me. Rather, I pulled my hands away from his mouth and neck, laughed down at him. I brushed my palms together in a feat well accomplished, watched him sit up, and listened to him cough. For the next minute or so he gagged for air, searching for breath, and life. I watched and waited for him to come back into reality again.
He coughed and coughed and coughed.
Poor thing.
I didn’t feel bad for him in the slightest.
He tried to take Tacoma from me.
Fucking little bitch-boy. He deserved all my shit.50: Jump
After coughing long and hard, Katz blurted, “What the fuck? You tried to choke me to death!”
I crossed one leg over the other and stated, “You’re quite mistaken. Calm down and listen to me. There’s something important I need to tell you.”