Patricia's POV
"You're crazy." He continued to curse and honesty, it sounded like flattery and only inflated my ego.
"That I am. Now it's time to chat. You'll be a good boy for me, won't you?" My grin grew wide as I relaxed for the first time since I got here.
I grabbed the head of his dick again and ran the tip of the knife through it. I was shaking internally as something like this was way beyond me.
I had never done anything so terrifying and trust me, I wasn't strong enough to cut a man's dick off. Anything to threaten him though. Drastic times called for drastic measures.
"What do you plan to do with that knife you bloody wench?" He glared at me, all his veins had popped out and he gritted his teeth in anguish.
"We won't find out if you start talking. My first question is, have you been stalking me? I mean over the top? Like leaving letters?" I couldn't even hide how curious I was to hear his response.