Genie laughs and it's a terrible sound, a cruel edge of metal on metal, and she closes a hand around his throat, tighter even than when they play, her thumb pressed pointedly over his windpipe. She applies the lightest ghost of pressure over it.
It would be so very easy.
"You say that, but..." She tilts her head, pouting exaggeratedly. "I wonder if it's true. We'll find out today, won't we?"
Her hand is removed, and that razor knife is held up in its place against Foster's throat, the pointed tip touching his skin so lightly.
She could kill him right now. She just might. It would be so simple to do.
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Date: 2017-10-21 06:08 am (UTC)It would be so very easy.
"You say that, but..." She tilts her head, pouting exaggeratedly. "I wonder if it's true. We'll find out today, won't we?"
Her hand is removed, and that razor knife is held up in its place against Foster's throat, the pointed tip touching his skin so lightly.
She could kill him right now. She just might. It would be so simple to do.